Speaks for itself

It’s dark most mornings when I walk around Peters Hill. I like being out in that transition from dawn to morning. It feels like I’m helping the day on its passage into the next few hours. And I like easing into the landscape, noticing what’s changed since yesterday. Some leaves have begun their colorful descent into the next season.

There’s so much to look at and each day’s light brings something new, something rich and sometimes something profound. I’ve been noticing the gingkoes as they begin their journey from green to yellow. I’m shocked by the detail in each leaf, the gradations of color and texture on a single tree, a single leaf.

Yes, there’s so much to look at. It’s hard to see just one tree much less one leaf. I’m tempted to run from one to the next, close to overwhelmed by so much to look at. And yet my discipline is to slow down and celebrate the unique experience right in front of me. Sure, there’s always more. But, if we’re careful, there always will be and there’s no rush.