Thursday, November 11, 2010

confessions p. 4

I turned away from the guests to the kitchen for a moment to gather a wet cloth and clean the spill.  I turned on the tap, and as the water flowed over my hands, I felt a sudden wave, of something intense, almost indescribable. The whole night flashed before my eyes, every single beautiful, unsaid detail, every little trembling accumulation of this overwhelming now.  What rapture there can be in the ordinary.  What rapture, in simplicity.

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