Missed Moments ✨
The city buzzes like a live wire,
a restless engine grinding through daylight,
streets flashing in fever‑bright stripes,
everything urgent, everything hungry for the next thing.

We move hard and fast,
breath clipped,
pace sharp enough to cut,
caught in the neon drag of deadlines and desire,
the whole skyline trembling with too much wanting.

But in the rush,
the world’s quiet miracles slip past us.

A child offering a small, tender gift,
hands gentle as morning rain.
An elder receiving it,
their stillness a soft shelter in the storm.
Light gathers around them like a blessing,
colors slowing into a warm, breathing hush,
time folding itself into something kind.

These are the moments we miss—
the ones that soften the noise,
the ones that remind us
that wonder still exists
in the simple act
of two souls pausing
long enough
to see each other.