It’s a Tuesday afternoon at Starbucks. I feet the need to get out of the house and be inspired for a little while before my doctor’s appointment.
There’s a furry squirrel outside the window. He’s standing sort of startled becausehe sees me observing him. It’s almost a game to him, hide and seek. He sprints away and then comes back to see if I’m still watching. Yes, little squirrel I am still watching you play. Now he appears to be looking for acorns he’s misplaced.
It’s a sunny October afternoon. I love the way the sunlight lights the the tops of the trees and plants, illuminating them as if they were priceless Tiffany lamps. A gentle autumn breeze rocks the trees, dispersing the sunlight so the other branches can feel the warm of the sun as well.
Around this time of year, the trees start to change color, but the trees here are holding on to their green leaves just a little bit longer. They don’t want to stand naked, exposed, and vulnerable, and they don’t want to hibernate just yet. With that said they like the winter, especially when sugar falls from the sky and lines each branch; some branches with icicles like stalagmites descending from the tree towards the ground. The trees then stand in aesthetic perfection, continuing to give off oxygen while they slumber for the winter. Evergreens, however, are like people. They do not sleep away a whole season, but rather rest at night, and delight us with their beauty and delicious scents all year round.
A brown leaf just flew by the window, base jumping from it’s tree host, twisting and turning in the breeze before it softly lands on the ground. People assume that if a leaf is brown that it is dead. I beg to differ. The leaf is still beautiful and serving some purpose. His journey has not ended simply because nature detached him from a tree. Perhaps the leaf is exploring new homes, a new vocation, making new friends and networking.
A gnat (or fruit fly–I’m not sure which. They look alike to the untrained eye, such as mine) just buzzed by outside the window. He suspended him self in midair when he saw me observing his erratic behavior. Then he literally buzzed off, probably because my head alone is quite large to him. To a small animal, people must seem larger than life. They look up at us. Perhaps some look up to us. We must look like giants and maybe some small animals feel they just can’t compete with giants. I ask you why not? All animals including people serve a purpose.
The sun moved rather quickly across the floor leaving a path of shadows and silhouettes, sort of like leaving foot prints on the beach, a path to follow to a place we find ourselves sitting in awe of Mother Nature. I sip on my iced green tea, and stare out the window for some more inspiration…
There’s a lot of traffic. People are always in a hurry. They never take the time to literally stop and smell the roses, and to think and reflect.