Wildflowers on the uncut hillside were basking in the slanting rays of the morning sun as billowy clouds meandered across the bluest of skies. A Mockingbird on the wires overhead sang his morning ballad. This was my reward as I climbed the small hill at the far end of Thursday morning's run. Some folks I know carry a phone with a camera in order to snap an occasional photo when they run, but nothing would capture this scene, complete with the song of the Mocker and the feelings of exhilaration and lightness which rose in my heart as I experienced this gift of beauty. Thursday morning I was given the gift of a glimpse of perfect beauty.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
I have no time for any meaningful writing these days. The few times that I've even been able to get out for a run I have "written" brief sketches of what I'd like to be able to get into a post, but then I never make it that far. So, in order for me to get some of it out of my head— where it may very likely get lost—here are the bullet points: