All the words that come afterwards are a feeble attempt to recapture that initial fleeting take-you-by-surprise gasp, that raw emotion that wells up unexpectedly, that catch-in-your-throat gone-to-soon breathtaking moment of first awareness. That slipped-from-grasp, awestruck millisecond of sheer wonder. This cannot be recaptured. This profound magnificent laid-out-at-my-feet, this before me now. This certainty, this age-old beauty. This shifting and reshaping, this steadfast landscape. This eternity is no less awe-inspiring and majestic than in that first sigh of wonderment. But the effortless startling passion of it must now be gently seduced back into my awareness. I must look and look at it. Take intimate note of its curves and nuance. Pay attention to its every shadow-of-turning. In these fleeting after-moments it has lost none of its glory; it is only that I have lost my sense of it. How easily and quickly our senses dull. And all that’s left is for us to patiently resharpen them, nurture this keen sensitivity, coax and caress our sensibilities, reignite our consciousness. Reawaken our spirits. Stand silent before infinity and marvel, MARVEL, at the sheer unadulterated wonder of it.
On Afternoons and Coffeespoons 
I love this article! Just started a blog and it would mean so much if you could check it out! Followed btw xx great photo
Hi Natalie, thanks for the support. Checked out your site (watch out for a post from me on “style-lessness” that is percolating – I wish I had style d; ) The photo was taken by a wonderful friend of ours, Nicky Lloyd – She’s an aspiring photographer and should definitely start her own blog.
so so so agree
I felt like my world slowed down a little just reading what you wrote. Thank you.