What a jolly sequence of numbers, today's date. A detail, noticed.
My friend Dana Knighten writes of how in childhood she learned to "focus on the particulars: the shape of a leaf, the fall of sunlight in a trapezoid on a honeyed oak floor, an ant crawling over dirt flecked with mica beneath the sheltering branches of a maple in our side yard, the fuchsia blaze of crepe myrtle blossoms outside the dining room window in September."
Oh, yes, me too. The details of a moment, the "world in a grain of sand." A smile in the numbers denoting a date.
The smallest things always seem most profound when we recognize them. It's the fact that they are so common, so miniscule, that they easily escape notice I suppose. So when we do happen upon them, we find their common, unmistakeable, but easily passed-over, beauty all the more essential.
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