To each this day goes
Each moment of our lives, a precious gift given to do with what we choose. How then do so many choose these moments to be angry, hurried, defiant... bursting forth to meld with moments others have chosen, realizing the gifts within... infringed and tangled like the web and it's creator lying in wait of another? Do they truly believe it is within their right to infringe this hostile perspective on all of those around them?
What then shall we choose of the moments of tomorrow? With what value do we hold our loved ones forth?
Today, well really on Saturday, the Writer's Island prompt for the week is Incomparable. To this one questioning mind, what we have come to in sharing our moments is incomparable to the joys that we could be sharing.