When I take time to simply observe, the ordinary often becomes extraordinary.
A late night sudden downpour, complete with thunder and lightning, becomes a symphony for all five senses.
A momentary glance through my front window reveals a glimpse of someone stopping to smell a rose along my front fence, backlit by the setting sun. A perfect tableau.
A little girl walking a puppy on a leash, crooning, “You’re my baby, aren’t you?” A vignette of childhood.