They are so fleeting, these moments of noticing, of really observing, before the heavy habit of thinking gets up on its clumsy hooves and obliterate the frail spoor of what really went on in my mind.

I was called to dinner, and yet I lingered for a moment longer, reading my book. Of course I was pulled both ways, but the reading went on for a little bit longer. Fortunately, before crude urgency could take over, a glimmer of insight told me that I could not stop reading because I could not lay my hand on my bookmark. I had twice started to put the book down, but could not finish the action without my bookmark, so the story took over again.

I am amazed that a simple “delay” could be so complex.