Community of MotionEveryone is breathing quietly, watching, waiting.
Slowly he raises his arm and everything stands still
For just that moment before he pulls the trigger.
The silence is filled with excitement.
I hold my breath and know it is about to begin.
He pulls the trigger and it happens.
The rush of bodies surging forward,
The crush of racers sprinting for the water,
This is it, that moment we were waiting for
As one we hit the waves and push toward the buoy
Around the buoy and pulling hard back to the shore
Only a mile left to go.
Out of the water and onto the sand, gritty under my feet.
Peeling off the suit and tying on my shoes,
Another challenge ahead,
Listening to the whirl of the chain and the crunch of the rubber,
The wind causing my eyes to tear, whistling past my ears
Down one mountain, up another
Finally pedaling back to where I began.
Off on the run, past the spectators cheering us on,
Through beautiful valley that I cannot appreciate,
Running like I never have before.
The wind in my fa
Beauty is in the gentle caress of a lover.
Beauty is in the soft kiss of a mother.
Beauty is in the baby's silenced cry.
Beauty is in the stranger's smile as they pass by.
Beauty is in the last leaf clinging to the tree in fall.
Beauty is in the family history on the wall.
Beauty is in the first flake of snow.
Beauty is in watching a child grow.
Beauty is in the warm breeze off the lake.
Beauty is in every breath we take.
Beauty is in the first kiss of new love and the last goodbye before death.