As I traveled on the freeway, I caught my breath as a large black and white bird soared above me. After a deep breath, I realized I had to let it go and concentrate on the road. It seems to be a metaphor for life–and letting go while cherishing–the great moments.
Cherish the moment. Then let it go.
A fleeting memory. It must be so.
Place it in your heart where fine things stay,
And you will find it will never completely go away.
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