Magic Moments

"...and the charms o' the min, they fade and wither awa, mon..." -Robert Burns

This bit of grim philosophy has haunted me over the years, I always felt it to be a little disingenuous, especially coming from a poet who certainly had his share of fleeting pleasure. It seems to me that the very nature of ephemera gives these simple moments of beauty their value. I'm not advocating living for the moment as a constant state, but am merely suggesting that those who can never enjoy the lighter side of existence are missing its point.