Sometimes it’s the little things that I think are pretty. What did I find in this? Well, honestly, it was the fact that the water in the creek was running–not frozen! It’s a true sign that winter is losing its grip, that spring is coming.
Still, the snow and the starkness of the trees that lingers… there is more beauty there than I thought I’d find.
Dawn comes earlier again. I can feel spring might come soon, if not in warmth and green grass, at least in the hours of daylight. No longer do we all get up in the dark and go to bed hours after the sun sets. The sunrise is there now, if I only look as I come back upstairs from an early morning workout in the basement.
Again, the beauty is all around me… I only have to pay attention!
(And appreciate how pretty it is.)
“Look up!” This is what I learned when I lived in Spain, as a college exchange student. I was always, continually, completely and totally… lost. I have no sense of direction, and Sevilla is full of curvy streets that lose even the best navigators.
Today I was cross country skiing with a friend who has seen my posts of “Beauty of the Day” on my personal Facebook page. But she wondered why I was doing this? Was it just a photography project, she asked?
I explained to her about Spain, and my life there. I told her how I really knew nothing about the language when I arrived, and how the mother of the family made fun of me for it. I explained how I spent far too much time searching for markings on the walls of the buildings, usually graffiti that was spray painted on in a haphazard fashion… or looking down, avoiding trash and dog droppings, making sure that I didn’t twist an ankle on the way to class on the uneven cobble stoned streets. I had very little money to spend, and I missed my family terribly. Although I was very determined that I’d never return home early, especially after my family had sacrificed for me to be able to go, my mood often matched the depressing streets I stared at.
One day–I don’t remember why–I finally looked up. The sky was a gorgeous shade of blue. And the giralda–a golden-colored statue that soars on the highest church tower there–glittered and shown. It was beautiful!
From that point on, whenever I find myself dwelling too long on the negatives, I remind myself to “look up”. Literally. Figuratively. Physically.
It always works, too.
Yesterday the sunrise; today the moon rising up at night. I should look at the moon more often, I think. It had a great glow to it, and it set off the outlines of the tree branches as well. Quite striking.
I have a friend who loves the starkness, with her favorite month of the year being November. I tell her, very honestly, that I’m very glad to have her in my life. If it weren’t for her, I would not be trying to find the beauty in the trees’ shape and the harsh outlines made against the sky.
But she’s right: there is a certain feeling that this starkness evokes, a certain cleansing…. even if I do find myself more and more impatient to see the green hills again!