The leaves have fallen, the air is dry, my lips are cracked and the grass is golden brown.
I take a deep breath - squint at the afternoon sun light dancing through the withered branches that somehow remind me of skeleton-like phalanges - through all my thoughts, most of which are negative by this time of the day, a dimmer of hope catches the corner of my eye... I hear ruffling in the trees and focus my attention on the small yellow bird fluttering his feathers, building a nest. I feel the negative energy slowly seep out of my body and suddenly I start to notice all the little miracles around me.
The flowers are soon in bloom, and the dried up leaves on the floor will be green again, the sun starts to set, and the orange hazed moon peeps at me from the horizon, the air is crisp, my heart is full - through all my pain, I put aside, I find within a beautiful desire to appreciate and love all that God has done.
Journeying home, I feel different, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude - I see a man sitting on the side of the road, his shoulders are hunched forward & he is wearing a pair of shorts with no shoes, he looks like he is in some kind of deep thought...
I take a turn to the right and pull up next to him and hand him a jersey that I had forgotten to put in the wash after a night out with friends.
I realise I have a gift - the gift to give - a blessing I find, many look past. Today was no different... How many a nights I have missed all of these beautiful moments?
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