Tonight I had this realization that's been building all week (month, year, decade, life?), while looking at this sky. On the shoulder, red blinkers on, pup in the passenger seat, standing by the guard rail in the almost-dark, I realized that to waste any good thing is unspeakable. Any still moment, any blazing sky, new hand to shake (and heart to see), or any talent created intentionally inside of us-- to waste, bury, rush past or avoid these precious things is a crying shame. I have done it too many times, and I will (surely) do it again, but tonight I pray fervently that it will be fewer and further between with each day I breathe.
No more "someday"s friends (whoever you are). Now is all we have.