Art

I get home a few minutes early from work and decide to take the dog for a walk, because it is still a bearable temperature at the moment and I know if I wait until the kids go to bed it will be dark and chilly. I haven't been very motivated to get moving these days, but for some reason today it feels better to get out of the house for my extra half hour than it does to be tempted by sweets in the Halloween baskets still sitting on the dining room table, so we go.

And the second our feet hit the pavement it feels good. The crisp air, the warm muscles, the motivation. It feels so nice to have 30 minutes to myself, where I can really breathe in the Goodness. The hues of orange, red, yellow and brown that seem to dangle from the branches and float down to cover our sidewalks and streets in autumn glory.

I wonder how it is that I am so lucky to see all of these colors, on an impromptu walk around the neighborhood. But just like so many times throughout my day, the colors jump out at me from the canvases of Art provided for my viewing...the drive through the canyon of gorgeous pine trees, the purple and pink sunrises and red and orange sunsets from the top of the canyon, the misty shore and powerful, crashing waves two minutes from my office. It all calls for my attention, each and every day. Always looking more glorious than the day before. How is that possible?

I wonder every day how I can somehow pull over on my one lane highway with no turnouts to capture this amazing view with my camera, but something in me is at peace when I cannot, because I know tomorrow will hold as much, if not more, beauty.