While standing at a rush hour street corner in Paris waiting for the light to turn green, bicyclists ignored traffic signs, screeching mopeds played Russian roulette, and the coming and going of people with busy lives taking refuge with their headphones and sirens creating nervous tension; I could not be distracted.
Here and now is all I have. This moment. This minuscule larger-than-life moment. This fleeting sensation of life swirling and cement under my worn shoes. The stark winter trees against a brilliant blue sky. The homeless, the garbage truck, the graffiti, and Olivia in her stroller, soft skin and little finger pointing to the pigeons on the ground.
At that moment, a curtain pulled back to a stage of peace. There of all places, an ah-ha moment found me. Seconds later, the light turned green for me to join the movement.
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