Does everyone see beauty in a puddle of melted snow?
Attempting to get a photo of this breathtaking image, I was abruptly approached by a runner.
As I quickly got out of his way,
He ran through splashing water.
Did he see the reflection of the sleeping Stark trees of winter?
The tall dark sticks with a dusky grey curtain of sky behind it with creamy clouds swirling through the grey reflection?
Did he notice a few wispy icebergs floating aimlessly alongside some lost leaves floating around in this pool of impressionism? I highly doubt.
Detectives of nature take time to investigate the beauty our God hides
When you run, you miss the beauty
- Gina Lascuola