Today, I woke up early so that I could see the sun rise, which I rarely get to witness. As I drive to work during the week, I get a glimpse of the spectacular show that we are given every day and wish that I had my camera with me at all times.
I, also, drive past fields where the morning mist has settled behind a rusty gate offering a look of romance and softness, daydreaming that a horse would suddenly appear and its rider is a cowboy sitting tall in the saddle.
A leaf that has been the breakfast, lunch, or dinner for insects is unusually beautiful as I pass by, knowing that its days are very short.
The Hollyhocks are blooming until the end, which is an admiral thing to do. I want my life to be like this until there is nothing left of my existence...going to the grave blooming.
Not only did I get to see the sky and all its beauty but the other forms of it is all around as I meandered back home. I am reminded of the scene from the movie, "The Color Purple" where Shug Avery and Celie are walking through a field with purple flowers. Then Shug says "I think that it pisses God off when we walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it." And I think so too.