Seeing in moments

Sometimes it's as if life has stopped or more accurately just began to pop.
A time when all focus is on the second of that moment the ball dropped.
A moment before analysis.
Before worrying again about when you started this; to look so old or about which programme to watch while seasons grow cold or who's watching you or whether you want to watch them too; whether there's been a poo disaster or flood of tears to wipe away or fear to master.
The moment a moment becomes worth giving your whole entire attention to.
As if you have suddenly realised how privileged you are too; to have seen your whole entire life, and how many moments you've had like that simple flash of life you have just captured willy nilly.
That cloud that has an extra glow to emit or the bird that flew so close you could have touched it in mid air.
A person taking a breather from pulling the weeks shopping haul and so focused on the traffic speeding through with each perfect tiny speradic face.
The feeling of being who they are, where they are, when they are and how much life it took for them to get there.
And then it hits them, that there's more. That there's billions of people seeing galore.
That billions of moments are happening every second, that each moment is it's own unique blend. How complex life is, and how much there isn't enough time to see it all alone, yet how much life has been seen and still people moan that life isn't enough. That they need more stuff.
As if finding a single red bud in the corner of a garden full of green, and how it's the only thing that seemed to matter on a path full of grime.
Because you noticed it, for the first time.