As I was making breakfast for dinner last night I had a moment.
A moment that felt trapped in time.
A moment that was as real as I am.
A moment that I tried to capture with a picture.
I don’t know if it was the bright evening spring sun shining through the kitchen window. Or that I was making breakfast for dinner. All I know is in that moment I felt normal. Normal like there is no cancer. Normal like there was never a surgery. Normal like I am not in chemo. Just me being me and feeling normal.
I wanted to somehow capture it and make it so it wouldn’t be a fleeting moment. I tried to take a picture of the warmth shining through my window. It doesn’t even come close to expressing how it truly was. I stood there embracing the moment, the warmth, the time standing still. Please don’t let me wake up out of this trance.
Then I burned the pancakes.
A moment gone not likely to return and I am at a loss how to recapture it.