The past only comes back when the present runs so smoothly that it is like the sliding surface of a deep river. Then one sees through the surface to the depths. In those moments I find one of my greatest satisfactions, not that I am thinking of the past; but that it is then that I am living most fully in the present. For the present when backed by the past is a thousand times deeper than the present when it presses so close that you can feel nothing else, when the film on the camera reaches only the eye. But to feel the present sliding over the depths of the past, peace is necessary. The present must be smooth, habitual. For this reason -- that it destroys the fullness of life -- any break -- like that of house moving -- causes me extreme distress; it breaks; it shallows; it turns the depth into hard thin splinters.
-- A Sketch of the Past, Virginia Woolf
present was
fresh smell of the spring forest
gentle kisses of early summer sun
excitement of finding something new within the old
bleeding hearts on the sidewalk
smiles. content. you: an idea.
being fully present in the present
each moment eternal, as all moments appear to be
only difference being that
if this moment were my eternity
i wouldn't need to look in the past or the future for more
i think i'd be okay with just this