“Life moves pretty fast.
If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
Last Wednesday morning I went for a walk in a park in Burlington, Vermont near my home called Red Rocks. It isn’t too far from the hustle of the city but at a certain part of my walk I could hear nothing. No other walkers, no dogs barking, no traffic sounds. Nothing. I was so content walking beneath the remarkable snow laden trees. Out of the corner of my eye, about 50 feet off the path I first saw snow falling and then I witnessed two trees facing each other release their snow and snap back into place.
It was spectacular.
The quality of the sound made it feel like I was the only person on earth.
That experience reminded me of another quiet moment in my life that I will also never forget. I like to cut branches and force blossoms to have something alive in the house during the dark days of winter. When my son, Ellis was about two he and I were in our kitchen and he suddenly started wildly pointed toward the windowsill. He was so excited about what he was witnessing. I turned to see what he was pointing to and a Magnolia blossom was opening up before our eyes. It was truly a moment to be treasured.