(trampoline) an existential moment

at the risk of sounding uber-earnest, i just had a delicious and rare profound moment. it was a moment of simultaneous smallness and hugeness. i was lying on my trampoline watching the eclipse. all the clouds that had been gently drizzling on me suddenly dissipated. before i moved here, i couldn't imagine this, but sometimes i love houston. it's almost november and i can lie in my backyard barefoot in short sleeves and watch the sky. i took a moment to appreciate what i have - i found a perspective that gave me an unexpected and sudden rush. and then i thought about cheezy things like how small i am on my little trampoline on this relatively insignificant planet. and the very next moment brought a feeling of heightened significance and knowledge that i exist. i do treasure these descartian (descartesque? descartesian?) moments. mostly they are moments of pure joy that is independent of all things and unaffected by circumstance. i think of them as little gifts from God. usually these moments inspire music. tonight i think i might just go back outside, watch the rest of the eclipse, get eaten by mosquitos, and then go to sleep. g'night, universe. i love you.