State of Being

Sometimes, when the sky is dim and the streets are glowing in gold, when I turn the radio on and there’s a lovely voice singing Poulenc, when traffic is uncluttered and smooth, I realize, the universe is working. For a single moment in the speck of a lifetime, entropy transforms into something beautiful.

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