This morning's gift from the Lake gods. Before I went out for my walk I put on shoes that I didn't mind getting wet. We have had soaking rains. I left the road where I always walk and followed a familiar stream into an area where I have never walked. The Lake is unusually high and has pushed up into this stream that usually flows in a lazy little trickle into the Lake. The strangeness added to the beauty of the moment.
The night before last I was watching a movie that turned out to be just ok, but in one sad scene the main character's mood is lifted by a singer doing a powerful version of "I am a poor wayfaring stranger." In additions to the meaning and the melody, the quality of the voice struck some chord deep within me. I found it so electrifying that I felt like I had been transported into a place I had never been before.
This afternoon I wandered through a greenhouse full of a wild variety of new flowers. I took a long time absorbing the colors and scents before I choose what I will buy for my yard.
I expected to be caught up in the beauty of the greenhouse, but the meandering stream and the arresting voice surprised me out of myself.
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