Micro-Reflection

The Refusal, Not the Season

No season is lacking.

Spring comes and thought is elsewhere. Summer touches the skin and thought is elsewhere. Autumn clears and thought is elsewhere. Winter quiets the world and thought is still asking for another form of life.

Then beauty is not absent.

It is refused.

This is why no season satisfies for long. The next one is imagined. The last one is remembered. The present one is measured against mood, demand, and inward noise.

The season is not the trouble.

The refusal is.

Life is not being missed because it failed to appear. It is being missed because the mind keeps placing another moment over the one that has arrived.

What clears is not the world.

It is the pressure that keeps asking the moment to be other than it is.