Every night I drive into my yard after work, step out of my car and look at the sky. I am a cloud watcher, a sky gazer. And one of the most beautiful views in the world is in my own front yard. The sun sets to the right of my house, and there is a clear view of the nearby woods, silhouetted against the setting sun.
Tonight, as I often do, I spent a few moments just watching the sky. I live in the country, so there were no noises, and it was eerily silent. Even the dogs weren't barking their usual greeting from the back yard.
And so I stood, and looked. I get a bit melancholy this time of year, and I was a bit sad as I looked at the sky. But as I stood, and marveled at the beauty of the clouds and colors, I felt my spirits begin to lift. Suddenly I feel as weighed down by mortality, and an inner peace began to take over. I pulled my iPhone out of my pocket, and shot a photo of the sunset, almost as an afterthought.
As I stood and continued to look, breathing in the crisp coldness of the autumn air, I realized that I wasn't me, I was part of a bigger whole. A small microcosm of something so perfect, and that everything was as it should be.
Slowly I turned and walked into the house, feeling renewed. Centered.
...life is very good.
~cath
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