A Short Vignette

I catch a hint of smoke while sitting in the cold January air. My EMC neighbors are unusually quiet considering their usual hustle and bustle through the day. There’s barely a leaf left on these old sycamore trees. While the only sound breaking the silence is the sound of a distant car on the highway. I used to revel in the noise and excitement of the world. Now I’m much more content smelling the smoke from a chimney and watching a single leaf struggle to hang on.

One of the keys to my continued survival is my ongoing sense of awareness. During the dark times, I would hide away from everything I feared. Now as an observer of life, I embrace the things I see and feel. With a wider perception of curiosity and faith. Writing stories, mostly in the first person, not because I don’t have any imagination to spin. I just find it more comfortable and therapeutic to shine a light on my own growth. I’m sure it doesn’t make much of a story, but then again, everything now in days has to be presented in some short vignette.
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So I hope you don’t mind me indulging myself in this moment. For pauses such as this are often the most important things we have. Considering that the world wants nothing more than to consume all your attention. So consider the whiff of smoke or the struggling leaf. Because you never know what you might uncover in a simple pulse of time.