A moment of calm. I sit still as I watch the sun-rising scene. I even hold my breath, that I might preserve the moment.
Yet the world does not stop with me.
The waves constantly buffet the shore, the bass tones of pebbles being raked by the surf rattling percussively. Birds wheel overhead, bringing raucous notes to the morning symphony and adding accidental clashes of discord. The constant pulse of the water and breeze soften their calls somehow and weave together the new day’s promises into something of rich and operatic joy.
It brings the answer to a question unasked. No matter if I seem to falter or stop, I need not worry at all. The world will carry me.