All this will seem to end. It will end for me and for the world I love today. The Summer Glow dogwood bush I brush up against several times a day will no longer flaunt its vibrant leaves. Today, I will pass my bush and touch it again, knowing each of us will be gone. But maybe not today.
This is already a special day to experience the world I love just one more time. I will some day pass away, as will the waving trees, the brisk wind, the glowing sun. We are all together blessed and anointed with yet another measured day of time.
Today is a day never to be given and experienced again. Today will never return to me or to anyone else. All will transform and we will no longer seem to be the same, no longer just as we are today.
And yet, I think perhaps this is just it. There is no true measured today, a single piece of time. Today simply is what is. It is mine to experience and enjoy. It always was and always will be. I belong to today, we are always joined together. We are bound in a rapturous embrace. This is how it is.