Procrastinating because the outside temperature is 26 degrees on this 11th day of Spring, I almost decide not to take my morning walk. However, passing by the window and seeing the pleading look in Riley’s eyes, I don my winter coat and away we go.
Jack Frost had been busy throughout the night, painting a sparkling white coat on every tree branch and blade of grass. The birds don’t seem to notice, singing merrily as if nothing out of the ordinary has occurred. The wild turkeys gobble happily off in the distance, and the geese honk their messages of love to one another as they sail through the sky. Meanwhile, Suzie and Riley are ecstatic, sniffing ever single path taken by the animals of the night.
As I round the bend I am awestruck at the mist arising against the backdrop of the treeline. The large pond, also caught off guard by the dip in temperature , sends a tantalizing mist heavenward. Walking through the white mist seems like entering a magical fairyland…sparkling trees and fields to the side with the majestic sun slowly emerging on the horizon, just beyond the veil.
All the while Nature’s symphony continues to play her joyful tunes. I gasp as I spy something new since I last ventured though this field. The rosebud trees, now in full bloom, wear their purplish pink blossoms. Just a few feet ahead, hidden along the bank, the forsythia births her yellow bell-shaped flowers. Oh, if I had stayed inside on this brisk morning, I would have missed the dawning of the day.
I look up into the sky and ponder on the jets hastily making their way across the blue canvass, leaving their white trails to follow behind. I wonder where everyone is rushing off to on this Monday morn? In the distance the cars zoom along the roadways. Everyone seems to be focused on quickly making their way to the next destination. I wonder if they will pause long enough to notice the birds singing, the mist arising, the buds blooming? Will their eyes pause long enough to rest upon the beauty and love that abound? What was Marcel Proust thinking when he said, “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes”?
As you busily make your way from one destination, one job to the other this week, will you pause long enough to peek through the veil with your new eyes?
