If only for a moment

How often do you stop just to smell the breeze, to feel the wind on your face, the ground at your feet? How often do you just stop to be in the moment and reflect on that moment?

If you’re anything like me, a lot less than you’d like, I guess.

These moments, they belong to us. When something special happens, a sunrise over the mountain, a rainbow, a leaf falling down and landing at our feet, when these things happen we feel special.

If only for a moment.