Peace at 1/4 of a Second

But then, on a Sunday morning, in an otherwise inconsequential corner of our world, there is a quarter second of silence, wrapped up in the final moments of music and bells. It is a quarter second to dream, to think- to refocus. It is a quarter second that, notated mathematically looks like ‘.25 second’ or '1/4 second', or the ‘one’ in ‘oneMississippi’. It seems like a short period, but our human hearts and minds can seemingly fill days of space in that little bit of time.

Missing (originally written March 4, 2021)

I hear Crooked Still's "Wind and Rain" playing and I am pulled by its musical currents back to the mid/late 2020's. Before the move. Before Covid. Before riots. Before all that would lie before us in the times to come. Parents, relatives, and friends, who, in those times, were still alive. A nation less ready to tear us all apart. A world not peaceful, but at least appearing to be sane.