A frozen lake, soft with snow
Islands at the foreground
Rolling hills at the back.
A gust of wind.
The snow dances
Like a figure skater spinning on ice.
Stop!
This is significant,
This is a breath of time.
A ball soars through the air,
The net far below
And the court farther still.
You could hear
A penny drop
As the crowd sits. Motionless.
Pause!
This is important.
This is a breath of time.
Life is like addition,
Every moment, a number.
Add all the time up, and you have an answer,
A life.
In which every breath counts.
-Ben Ankenmann
Date: September 2006
Location: Huntsville
Sunday, November 16
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