2022/1/27 #poetry I saw the cactus in the morning. Covered in dew, looking like an overengineered dessert. The early light giving it a soft glow. The illumination weaving through the drops. The gentle mantle of light giving it a false appearance of delicate softness. A shining white vale around a crisp green column. The tiny spines all dressed up in white fullness, fattened with moisture. Wispy white needles obscured, blurred together to seem like a fuzzy fur. I delighted in the moment. I demanded that I would not let it pass unnoticed. That I should savor it completely. Declaring to myself that this simple experience of wonder was not one I could easily reproduce or find elsewhere on a whim. That this time was worth it. That I should focus on nothing else. That I must enjoy.