Sometimes, when you stand still and wait, beauty pours in like a river, flooding your senses with some grand display of absolute mastery; a cinematic type of film scene that suspends time for seconds, then speeds away as fast as it'd arrived.
You're suddenly left with goosebumps and awe and all the answers to questions you've never known you were asking about the nature of all things, the coming and going of cycles, seasons, searching and staying.
That is the time to write. Those answers are as elusive as dreams, as sleep, and as the stunning moment itself.
But they are your truths. Write them. Record them. Read them. Remember.
photo by me