For the new year, I plan to post one image every day. My purpose is not so much to document my life, but instead to use this exercise as motivation to keep my eyes open as I go through my days, to see more and be more engaged in my surroundings. I hope you enjoy.
The rain fell hard this evening, after the work day was done. I put on my shoes and out the door I sprang as the drops began pitter-pattering around and upon me. Plumeting back to earth they gathered steam and so did I, my pace quickening in the spreading dampness. Through the town my footsteps fell, large splashes interupting the patterns made by a hundred thousand beads of water exploding on the newly paved aspalt streching out before me. My shirt soaked through, water squishing out the mesh of my shoes and dripping off the tip of my nose, the world covered by a diaphanous sheen.
Could there be anything more exquisite than this?
Today I am on the road heading south, the Everglades and New Zealand shimmering on the horizon. Monday I took a walk around our neighborhood in Asheville. It was a beautiful fall day with a few wisps of color still stubbornly clinging to the branches of the trees. The air was warm for late November but with a hint that something was about to change. A whisper in the breeze indicated that winter was on its way. As I ambled down streets I travel sometimes multiple times a day, the thought struck me that this would be my last day of fall here in the mountains, and one of the last times I would see these familiar streets until after the winter has come and gone, after the freezing and thawing, and the cold north winds have advanced and retreated once again. I was again reminded that all we have is this moment right in front of us and that that is all we really need. This moment.