Noticing

This evening the azaleas caught my eye. How many thousands of times have I driven this street, and never noticed how beautiful the houses, the grounds? Perhaps it’s the hurry. Perhaps it was the season. Perhaps.

“Don’t walk around with your eyes closed,” I used to tell myself. It seemed terrifying to miss anything. But life sometimes tells you to keep your eyes on the ground.

Look up. There’s beauty to be found in every dusty corner, every circumstance. The green lawns, trees in bloom. Even in draught or bleak winter. You are surrounded by it. Just open your eyes.