{a.moment}

a.quiet.moment….

a moment where time is what it is, not matter what bird chirps, or what car backfires in the distance. my life is measured in cracks of  half seconds and in the light leaking between the dusty, plastic venetian blinds. today was quiet. i drove in the car as katie napped in her car seat in the back. i would glimpse to look at her the usual every 3 minutes that mommies allow to make sure her slumber was sweet  and continued to cut through the unvarying sound of my tires against the fresh pavement on route 2.

i had to get pants for michael in farmington. rumford doesn’t have pants. it has smoke stacks from an entombed  paper plant and a place to buy bait for the nipping morning trout, but no pants. i didn’t listen to the radio. i listened to my hum of the rubber against the road, and the complaint of my engine as i turned on the defrost going up another hill. in the rear view mirror i could see the rise and fall of her chest…the flicker of her eyes as a dream danced before her. a quiet reflection.

broadway street was saturated in the perfume of the Homestead Bakery and their delectable indulgence. i cut the engine just in time to hear the postwoman exchange uncomfortable nonsense with a non-local. katie still unconsciously pursued her fantasy in her curled position in the center back of the honda accord. i checked my purse of the essentials. lipstick. check. emergency diaper and wipe. check. license. check.

visa card….

visa….visa…

ummmm…hhhhhhmmmmmmmm………

checkbook???

shit.

forgot.

yeah…no pants today…but still peace and non-garment related solace.

daily mantra…you will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have really lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love…