Days pass quickly, more than one might wish for at times. And yet too often I forget to take a moment to look around. Small children running through sprinklers, an old couple slowly walking down a quiet path, hand in hand. And where am I? Am I just passing through, trying to reach the next leg of the race? Or are there days when I finally realize I am a part of the beauty of it all. The beauty that is life.
Today I find myself sitting quietly, allowing a gentle breeze to brush against my face as if to say "peace be with you." These birds chirping around me are not in the slightest bit concerned about what they will be doing tomorrow, the thought probably won't even form in their small minds until it is too late. Tomorrow will be today, and they will continue to sing.
I long to sing on days like this. The sun is shining through non-existent clouds while trees move to and fro as if dancing to some distant melody. That melody is caught by the breeze and carried by me, and as it swirls around me, I open my mouth...