noweme,

a momentary sense — from an inner call, an actual outside change, or both — of everything around you being unthinkably, undeservedly new: a stark late-autumn forest woken up by the first snow (snoweme), a deep pocket of moss set alight by a carrot ray of the setting sun; a twilight cloudscape seen — gaspingly — as a pale sky-wide snapshot of a southern seaside. Nature artists, chasers go ever aseek of the “summit of nowness”: a noweme is leaving without leave, as if you are left — and found — by someone; like recovering from illness, it remeaningifies everything, reveals an unlooked-for rething of the explosively vaster world.

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