between

What's hard to see is that we are always between.

Between this place and that. Between this breath and the next. Between yesterday and tomorrow. Between thinking and doing. Between wondering and knowing, chaos and peace, the moon and New York City, flat water and rapids, saying "yes" and meaning it. .

There's something here -between those poles- but it's fleeting, like a sun break on a stormy November afternoon. But, when we take notice and rest in that warmth, we find ourselves - strange, unfamiliar comfort, but comfort all the same.