the shining moment

transparently clinging, I extend this moment of freedom to shine

As the sun warmed and melted the ice, leaves and rocks were freed from their temporary prisons, yet this leaf appeared to hold on. Preferring it's moment in the sun, to the free-fall into waiting water and rocks.

This second Ginsberg sentence took me a week to figure out. The photo was simple with the rich textures and colors of water ice and stone, but how to share that feeling of clinging to the shining moment? Especially in the face of the cold wet (at best) future. Fortunately we rarely see our futures as clearly. Still would we be wise to pause and reflect the light that comes our way?