We’ve all had first experiences -- some more memorable than others. Only our parents remember the first time we walked or talked. We probably remember our first crush or the first time we were paid for our work.
We've even had first experiences that were seemingly less significant.
Many of us have had a first experience receiving a cup of coffee with milk foam art on top. The first time for anything is a surprise. The next few times are special too.
If we're lucky each time is a pleasure. If we're not, then the experience fades unnoticeably into the background.
For me, I've usually quickly forgotten experiences - even those that were unique. Only recently have I begun to consciously take in and savor experience -- whether familiar or new.
Coffee milk art is extremely photographable and sharable as you’ll see. The first time I received such a gift, I’m pretty sure I didn’t take a photo. I also don’t remember where I was. Some would say that's a shame, but we can open our eyes starting any day.
As we grow older, we have less opportunities for true first experiences, unless we arbitrarily niche down. First time kissing on a mountain top while it’s snowing. However even with something we are lucky enough to experience every day, we can still experience that like it’s the first time.
Like an ephemeral rendering of a leaf in milk foam.
We can be surprised and be in the moment -- not comparing to the past nor thinking forward to the next time. We can notice the detail, pattern and texture that may be intentional or accidental, but still unique like a snowflake and every bit as transient.