I was driving to work today. Most days I see something that catches my eye. Depending on the time of the year it may be the moon, or the ice crystals, or the sun, or a person, the colors in the sky are a favorite vision.
Today it was three trees.
And the sight of them was perfect.
They were symmetrical.
They were perfectly framed in my vision against the dawning gray, orange, unnamed color of morning. The darkness of their silhouette making anything behind them or around them insignificant.
And I knew I would never see them like that again. If I ever even catch sight of them again, like I did today.
And I wanted to capture them but didn’t have my camera.
Or the skills to do it.
And I wonder.
How many things are there to catch, capture, peak our interest and curiosity but for that one time. Just to keep us on our toes. And if we aren’t paying attention-we just don’t get to see it.
It wasn’t anything fancy or earth shattering. But. For that moment I smiled at the way they lined up in my vision against the muted colors, obliterating any plainness or ugliness of the broken streets and run down housing. It wasn’t going to change the course of my life, or even my day for that matter. It felt good to my eyes. Which felt good to my soul. Maybe that change, is change enough. I was paying attention, and felt rewarded.