During the Fast I am up early, before sunrise, on weekends. It's tough to set that alarm on Friday and Saturday nights, but once up I have the opportunity to observe what I miss each week day. This morning the colors were spectacular and the weather was comfortable enough for me to stay outside. It's at times like this that I mourn our busy, hectic lives. What a shame to miss such splendid beauty that is given freely each day. Historically I have resolved to take more time each day to "stop and smell the flowers". The resolution is always sincere but cannot survive the press of work week demands.
For today, though, I have stopped to enjoy.
3 comments:
I know what you mean. Casey made us watch the sunset in St Pete over Christmas and I couldn't remember the last time I'd done that.
-Shirin
What a fine camera! Or, is it the woman behind the camera? Neh.
The woman, definitely the woman.
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