When the sun glints: A prose

I

The truth about life—emotions, relationships, friends, and enemies—is that it is uncertain. Some of us are lucky to secure a job and a home that we can navigate vice-versa, at least five days a week. And while these give us a sense of direction, in reality, again, what we do in the in-betweens, is a step, a run, or a stumble among chances, decisions, shortcomings, and short triumphs.

II

Amidst everything that is occupying your mind and happening around you, what is that one thing that keeps you moving? To answer this, you may have to step out of your car and oversee the busy road you are traversing. Despite how many cars occupying a narrow road, you know the traffic will move along because each one has a destination. And you do too.

III

Oh, what a world, sings Kacey Musgraves in a favorite song in Golden Hour. It makes a lot of sense if we disconnect from everything digital and be present with the morning dew, the mountain that sketches itself away from the expansive sky, the wind left to play with the sun, and the dreams we suspend as we prepare for something else.

IV

The glitters on your wrinkled forehead from someone new, reciprocate it.

V

And the efforts you’ve exerted, the ones that need no mentioning, keep them. There is a good reason why the things we keep hidden are called treasures, not to the eyes but of the heart.