Happy Fourth of July, everyone!
Every year on this date, I’m reminded how much I love ephemeral things. Things like ice sculptures, rainbows, live theater, a storm over the Gulf, a spontaneous duet from my kids in the back seat. Candles you burn at both ends, which will never last the night.
And today’s specialty: fireworks!
Don’t get me wrong. I’m seriously root-bound in most of my life. I stick with things. Forever, if possible. Friends, jobs, houses, even husbands.
But the Drama Queen/Secret Me is drawn to the special charm of a fleeting beauty.
Maybe it’s because my mom’s second career was as an antique paper goods dealer, which meant she sold “ephemera” like antique postcards, magazine ads, cigar label art. Things that had been created to be enjoyed briefly, then tossed.
Or maybe it’s because, as I’ve matured, I’ve realized how hard it is for people to stay in the moment, to fully appreciate things that are always around. To avoid the “take it for granted” trap.
Short-lived things force us to be awake and aware.
Looked at that way, it’s a little melancholy, maybe. But so alive.
In BETTING ON THE COWBOY, Grayson Harper is supposed to be ephemeral, too. He’s in Silverdell only four weeks, just long enough to claim his inheritance. Then he’s expected to disappear. That means Bree Wright has a decision to make. Will she trade four glorious weeks of being intensely alive for a lifetime of missing him?
What would you do? Would you grab a joy even if you knew you couldn’t hold on to it forever? What are your favorite ephemeral things?
And to thank you for taking time away from your barbecue and pool games with the family, I’m giving away a copy of BETTING ON THE COWBOY to one poster today!