Can You See It?

A gentle breeze flows over the ground, causing the leaves to jump about in a dance. The wind is not cold, though not warm. There is a softness to it. It doesn’t attack like the winter wind does. Instead it moves more slowly, through crevices, around obstacles, caressing those who take a moment to enjoy the feeling of its touch. The brightness of the cloudless blue skies above can be challenged only by the dazzling vision of greens, pinks and yellows in fields and gardens below. This is a time of rest. A time of recuperation. A time of rejoicing. Life appears in the most unexpected of places. A flower blooms from under a rock. A baby bird peeks out from a crack in the wall of an abandoned building. The sounds of laughter, play, happiness can be heard floating in the air. Beauty is everywhere. In the bark of a tree, in the weathered wood of a backyard deck, in the petals of a blossoming flower, in the texture of a rock, in the rays of sun shimmering in a puddle, and in the eyes of those who see it all.

I see the beauty in you. Can you see it?