Today I watched Mrs. Wright pour creamer into her coffee. I watched without realizing I was watching, not fully realizing how magical the act was. Then I got home and read this. I like coincidences.
There is so much to wonder at in the world.
Emily mourns in "Our Town" that "I can't go on, it goes so fast, we don't have time to look at one another." So many little details obscured by dailiness, whizzing by too fast to notice. Truly, I miss so much.
A word, a smile, a gesture, a nod. The whiss and snap of Schuyler's soda can, the slow-melting snow on the driveway, the swirling of creamer into coffee. There is so much that is so wonderful that I hardly ever catch.
Aliveness seems rather beautiful today.