It must come with age. I have noticed in the last
few years I tend to “smell the roses” as they say. Friday I was driving toward
Rockford and noticed the whip cream like clouds with the deep blue patches of
sky between them. Absolute beauty. Sunsets over the lake seem more striking as
the still lingering dissipating clouds turn to pinkish orange when the sun is
below the horizon and only the clouds are still illuminated. Springtime as the ice
loses it’s last grip on the lake and shards drift toward the shore they pile up
in what could be mistaken for diamonds as the sunlight reflects. We live in a
beautiful world.
I look at the pictures of our two new great
grandkids and marvel at the miracle of perfectly formed little people with the
world waiting to unfold for them. When I was young babies were just babies.
Things are as they should be with the new arriving to replace the old.
I guess the less one has of anything the more
valuable it becomes. We all need to live life to the fullest and enjoy the
beauty and wonder around us that used to seem so commonplace.
Ken Dillenburg