Serenity's drift jolted by that twitch to which I frequently offer resistance. Last night, instead, I vaulted from the shock and there it was- the illusive portal which I seek often but rarely find. An incredible journey of dancing light and beauty.
Returning to this less desirable state, my souvenir is the knowledge that the beauty of a moment is only real within that moment. And if I choose to look back and ponder the radiance within that light- I will be grateful for the beauty that was, for it will always be a part of me.
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