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The second light of sunrise filters through the blinds of a broken transom window, gliding the kitchen. There’s an instant in which bottomless jars, worn out dishes and a headless Mickey magnet that has fallen off the fridge Seem to levitate in a sea of dusty honey. I haven’t witnessed the scene. I think about all the other ordinary prodigies That must be happening somewhere. A trembling chrysanthemum blossoms in the frosty gardens of Nagoya. Six grey wolves fail to hunt down a white deerling. A middle aged man whispers into a hollowed stonebrick, then covers his secret with mud. Two  giraffes disappear in the middle of a starlit Colosseum, to the astonishment of a roman dilettante. Twenty years of boredom; then an ex con feels the tact of dewy grass under his feet again. In a balcony over the Seine, two lovers prepare a padlock. Some skinny kid from La Matanza scores a last minute free kick to win the neighborhood derby. A pretentious teenager watches The purple rose of Cairo for the first time, and  discovers his true calling. Days before dying, an old man stops by a bakery and inhales the same caramel fragrance he would inhale in the afternoons of his childhood summers. An older brother decides to throw a game of Mario Kart to his sibling. On a deserted reed bed, a blackbird sings the most beautiful tune in the world. There is no one there to listen. A single mother finishes cooking breakfast for his son, and decides to let him sleep for another five minutes. A physics grad student solves the meaningless quantum noise model that’s been torturing him for weeks, and stops wondering why he didn't choose to be a lawyer Two old friends share the same espresso in a hidden Manhattan coffeehouse, perhaps for the last time.   None of this everyday miracles are happening to me.
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Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
vitruvius
Ordinary Prodigies
The second light of sunrise filters through the blinds of a broken transom window, gliding the kitchen. There’s an instant in which bottomless jars, worn out dishes and a headless Mickey magnet that has fallen off the fridge Seem to levitate in a sea of dusty honey. I haven’t witnessed the scene. I think about all the other ordinary prodigies That must be happening somewhere. A trembling chrysanthemum blossoms in the frosty gardens of Nagoya. Six grey wolves fail to hunt down a white deerling. A middle aged man whispers into a hollowed stonebrick, then covers his secret with mud. Two  giraffes disappear in the middle of a starlit Colosseum, to the astonishment of a roman dilettante. Twenty years of boredom; then an ex con feels the tact of dewy grass under his feet again. In a balcony over the Seine, two lovers prepare a padlock. Some skinny kid from La Matanza scores a last minute free kick to win the neighborhood derby. A pretentious teenager watches The purple rose of Cairo for the first time, and  discovers his true calling. Days before dying, an old man stops by a bakery and inhales the same caramel fragrance he would inhale in the afternoons of his childhood summers. An older brother decides to throw a game of Mario Kart to his sibling. On a deserted reed bed, a blackbird sings the most beautiful tune in the world. There is no one there to listen. A single mother finishes cooking breakfast for his son, and decides to let him sleep for another five minutes. A physics grad student solves the meaningless quantum noise model that’s been torturing him for weeks, and stops wondering why he didn't choose to be a lawyer Two old friends share the same espresso in a hidden Manhattan coffeehouse, perhaps for the last time.   None of this everyday miracles are happening to me.
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