In This Moment

Gabe Beasley
1 min readMay 16, 2020

As she sat on top of the hill, rubbing blades of grass between her toes, arms by her side soaking in the sensation of how soft and luscious the grass feels on her hands, she felt a zephyr. She felt calm, at peace, that nothing else in the universe mattered but this very moment. Despite how small of a blip we may be in the grand scheme of things, nothing else mattered, except the peace in her soul she felt.

As she opened her eyes, the breeze stopped. She saw birds chirping, flying along doing their own thing. She saw a squirrel digging for something ridiculously fast.

“I wonder what he’s trying to get to!” she thinks to herself, genuinely curious.

She saw a couple jog by, one with their dog in hand. This seems like a normal, everyday thing. But right now? It’s not. This is life. This is life, and it’s beautiful.

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Gabe Beasley

Writer, digital artist, life-long martial artist, Scorpio, and Existentialist. INTP