Time moves differently in small moments. This is where I (dk) write and share a single scene that unfolds before me – light spilling across a desk, leaves dancing down an autumn street, coffee spiraling steam into morning air.
These moments follow the natural rhythm of observation: first catching our eye, then drawing us in deeper, until they open into something larger than themselves. Each piece moves from what we see, to what we notice, to what we wonder.
I write these as daily meditations, tiny pockets of pause in our rushing world. While deeply personal, they touch on the universal questions we all carry: about time, memory, change, and the quiet beauty we often miss.
On Sundays, I expand into longer reflections. The rest of the week belongs to these smaller moments – each one a brief invitation to slow down and notice.
Welcome to my practice of paying attention, and writing it down.
Note: I am (dk) the only writer on Sunday Morning Blogger now. As you may have read my long time friend and co-writer here passed away. From time to to time I will post and share some of her writings she left for me to publish. Most of the time now, it is only me.
This site is about the reverie of life.
The definition of reverie:
- an act or state of absent-minded daydreaming: to fall into a reverie
- state of being pleasantly lost in one’s thoughts; a daydream.
- a piece of instrumental music suggestive of a daydream
- (archaic) a fanciful or visionary notion; daydream
To explain our purpose further read this story.