The Scale of Importance

The late afternoon with its lowered sun and breeze that barely moved the resting energetic leaves.  The sailing students in class on the river, all in identical boats with mainsail and jib and learning to set them just so to move upwind, and the breeze just warm enough so we couldn’t feel it on our skin.

She stood beside me and our hands were on the handlebars and our bikes between our knees.  To be there for the longest minutes and feel no need to break the silence with talk, to have this pure present pleasure with no melancholy thought of the past or the future– how temporary, how impossible.