I love Sundays. No expectations. No pressure.
One thing I look forward to most is the weekly walk around the lake with my pups. No need to pick up the pace and no time constraints...can simply walk, zone out, enjoy the moments with my sweet puppy girls.
I usually notice the surroundings but not to a detailed extent. No over-analyzing or worrying occurs.
I simply breathe deep to allow the fresh air to fill me and allow the beauty of the outdoors to fill my mind and body.
I smile as my puppy girls seem to do the same.
Yesterday I walked outside to a fog so dense I could barely see in front of me. I vaguely recall registering disappointment...but this was nothing that could keep us from persevering through our weekly walk. Plus the puppy girls were already far too excited. To change my mind would be the true disappointment in their eyes.
When we arrived at the lake, we continued walking, lost in thought...in exploration...amidst the calm.
Suddenly I stopped...and saw this:
I was taken aback by the unexpected beauty of the moment. How had I thought this could be any sort of disappointment? It was truly majestic.
And led to an unexpected reminder:
Sometimes the beauty of a moment does not come from what immediately catches the eye.
Sometimes you have to stop, squint, blink a few times and then truly open your eyes to the beauty beneath the surface. The secret, almost magical, experiences that exist behind the fog.