Outside my window is a perfect summer breeze, a few fluffy white clouds and a blue sky. I live near the ocean and you can smell it when the wind changes direction and passes through the window screen to my bedroom. It's the type of day writers write about, but rather than write about it on tidy sheets of legal sized yellow paper, I am writing about it from inside a house, on a lap top on a bed, inside.
Today is the kind of day that asks its participants to do something special with it.
What's strange is, despite the the pull and the urge to do something special with the day, something is missing. I should be excited to wander through my small home town and rediscover it, to take pictures of the water falls in near by parks, to go kayaking down at the beach, to bike ride through the farm roads in the town behind town, but something is missing. On this perfect day, the day that asks for someone to do something special, to drink in the day and place it carefully along with all the special moments you want to dust off and smile fondly about when you're old, is missing someone to share it with.
I often relish in my ability to appreciate the small things, "smell the roses", if you will. A dreary bus ride can be rescued by fingers of sunlight sneaking through the canopy of leaves to land softy among the ferns. A bike ride can come to a complete stop to watch two small fawn tiptoe through tall grass. A short boat ride can seem like hours when you can drag your fingers through the water while contemplating the lives of the small creatures that live below it.
Today is missing someone to share it with. To walk through town, to take long meandering bike ride, to watch the fish while kayaking seems almost selfish. Keeping those moments and memories to myself steals away pieces of the joy they should bring. There's something about watching a smile creep across the face of the person next to you. Watching the beauty and diversity of the world outside their busy day to day bring peace to their eyes. There's an unspeakable bond that passes through two people when they're alone, literally or figuratively, with only the sun, the clouds, the wind, the water, the plants and the animals to keep them company. With all the dreariness of modern life, days like today are needed to remind people of the importance, complexity and infinite miracles that occur around them every second.
The miracle of those moments are almost unbearably intense when you know the person standing next you, holding your hand, sees the wonder as well.
Today is the kind of day that asks its participants to do something special with it.
What's strange is, despite the the pull and the urge to do something special with the day, something is missing. I should be excited to wander through my small home town and rediscover it, to take pictures of the water falls in near by parks, to go kayaking down at the beach, to bike ride through the farm roads in the town behind town, but something is missing. On this perfect day, the day that asks for someone to do something special, to drink in the day and place it carefully along with all the special moments you want to dust off and smile fondly about when you're old, is missing someone to share it with.
I often relish in my ability to appreciate the small things, "smell the roses", if you will. A dreary bus ride can be rescued by fingers of sunlight sneaking through the canopy of leaves to land softy among the ferns. A bike ride can come to a complete stop to watch two small fawn tiptoe through tall grass. A short boat ride can seem like hours when you can drag your fingers through the water while contemplating the lives of the small creatures that live below it.
Today is missing someone to share it with. To walk through town, to take long meandering bike ride, to watch the fish while kayaking seems almost selfish. Keeping those moments and memories to myself steals away pieces of the joy they should bring. There's something about watching a smile creep across the face of the person next to you. Watching the beauty and diversity of the world outside their busy day to day bring peace to their eyes. There's an unspeakable bond that passes through two people when they're alone, literally or figuratively, with only the sun, the clouds, the wind, the water, the plants and the animals to keep them company. With all the dreariness of modern life, days like today are needed to remind people of the importance, complexity and infinite miracles that occur around them every second.
The miracle of those moments are almost unbearably intense when you know the person standing next you, holding your hand, sees the wonder as well.
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