Magic

Today was my turn to get up early and open the gates. As I was opening the windows, a beautiful surprise awaited me: the whole view ahead of me was white. I felt like I was in wonderland, or in front of a life-size Christmas card.
When it snowed yesterday, I didn't think it would last. I have been here in Rome for eleven years already and it is only the third time that it snowed. But this one is different. It has already lasted for hours.
As I was looking at the sky, I was mesmerized by the color, the silence, the cool and pure air. It is my first time to have this experience and the only word I can use to describe it is: MAGIC.
It is so new that I wanted to capture it and perhaps hold on to it longer. I wanted to run and get my camera. But then I realized that the best thing I can do in order to capture the moment is to be there and just let it sink through me. So I stayed out in the cold, closing my eyes for a time so I can just feel the cold air caressing my body, then just staring at the sky, immaculate white with the snowflakes that still continued to fall.
I don't have a photo that captured that moment, but I delighted in that moment. I don't need to hold on to that moment through a photo.
I realize, as I go through life, that having a photo doesn't prolong the experience. It may make me remember that an important experience has happened, but that's all there is to it.
So I will honor my experiences by being totally present in them. Then I will let them go, knowing that I will always have other experiences that will enrich me. They will come at the proper time. That is life's magic.