Taking Pleasure in Small Things

Writing, like photography, is stationary. It proceeds by adding one thing to another, which coalesce into a sudden image, which has nothing to do with words or photons, but with the light of the mind. It’s amazing enough to find a late season bee scarcely bigger than the tiny, 3 mm mustard flowers at the tips of stalks already gone to seed.

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But then, if you stay a little longer, you see it dipping half of its body into the flower, to drink the tiniest drop of nectar.

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That work of the body recognizing the body lights up the mind. It requires duration, and then surprise, and then it’s all there at once, in a little exclamation of “Ah!”

Ah, indeed.

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