Will you miss it or live it?

On a quiet, crisp morning, with bird songs in air, there is no memory of dusty, gusty winds that intended to take down anything that stands and blow away anything that grows. A clear morning, in the moment, seems as though it was always there and would never end. A priceless experience.

  You make plans of doing this or that in the garden, for today and tomorrow. You marvel at what is and imagine what more it would be.

Loud winds then return, as a reminder, that nothing is forever. The quiet was short but precious. Did you miss it or did you live it? Tomorrow or in a few day, winds will vanish, sky will be clear, bird songs will be heard again. Will you miss it or live it?