Sometimes the weeks feel like a flip book. The pages go by and make a movie but it’s gone in seconds. You flip through again and again. It’s a whir of pictures.
Occasionally it stops.
Usually in high places, after hard work.
Let’s be honest, usually it’s when climbing. That’s why I do it.
Like this pause on cold rock on a gray day in November. My fingers would freeze in the shape of rock crystals and pop off the face. The moments of it froze with me. There is so much precision in it. The blur goes away.
I hope you have pauses in your flip book. I hope you have moments that are clear and deep, that stay with you.
