It’s a particularly warm afternoon on an early date in February.
In the distant I hear an alerting horn from an incoming train. The third train sounding I’ve heard in the last 48 hours.
The rev of several trucks, suvs and my brothers PT cruiser drift by.
I’ve always appreciated the little things in life.
The drone of an old car engine,
A train far enough away but close enough to identify,
The might and strength of a hawk as it swoops from high above to clench an unassuming squirrel or rabbit.
Easily, these nuances could be ignored or dismissed as noise but I see it as something greater.
It’s a reminder of the essence of being present.
Each facet different but unified in some way.
Today’s an outlier—it’s the beginning of February and warm enough to venture outside without a coat.
Albeit brief, its seemed to have shaken everyone and thing—move, look, touch, feel, rise.
Something new is approaching. Something beautiful, something lovely. Something worth following.
Something worth relishing in. Something worth being.
Celebrating.
Living.
It’s insipiring and becoming.
A rebirth on a warm afternoon in early February.