Unable to hear it for a few days amid the thrill of magnificent distraction, we sit once again with the earth beneath our feet and not a right angle in sight.
Silence is easily forgotten, how it strengthens us.
We walk the field, our engine slowing to a sweeter pace. The things we know the best we see again as if for the first time. We love the view uncommon, the closer look, the undersides of things.
Thoreau was fond of standing on his head to give him a new perspective. You may laugh if you have not tried it. Fresh consideration opens us to beauty.
Sometimes we are surprised to find that what we seek has been here all along.
We overlook so much.
