The car was packed with groceries.
I was pushed for time.
And, for some reason, I paused.
Took a breath.
And, before I put the keys in the ignition, I looked up.
And, there, the gentlest of skies.
Soft yellows and blues, and feathery clouds of violet grey.
The end-of-day light painted on the sky.
And, that sight, that pause, that breath, they reminded me…
I can be in a hurry and anxious and worried, or I can pause and breathe and be surprised by beauty.