A Beautiful Day

I decided to take a walk this afternoon. It’s been over a week since I last went on one, so it’s high time. Started out down the road and saw our neighbor doing his regular Saturday thing. Which is to say, his many things. He is so diligent about taking care of his property, as well as the neighborhood property that no one owns. Saturdays are his day in the yard: mowing, trimming trees and bushes, putting down mulch, pine straw, climbing on his roof to clean out the gutters, trimming bushes and trees that the city should probably be doing instead.

As I continued to the end of the road, I noticed how beautiful the birds songs were today. It seemed almost as if I’d never heard them chirping before. I headed up the intersecting street and saw an old lady mowing her yard. She had a self-propelled mower and her grass wasn’t too high, but I still thought that must be a hard job for her. She loooked like she was enjoying it, though. I turned right at the boys’ bus stop and headed down the hill. After another 3000 feet or so, I found a good spot in the shade where I could perch for a while. As I sat on the sidewalk, I realized how beautiful the day was. Sunshine beating down pouring shade on me through the maple tree. A slight breeze in the air, birds continuing their harmonies.

I felt so at peace. I also realized then that during my walk, for that brief 30-45 minutes, there was no coronavirus. There was no pain, suffering, no illnesses. There was no worry, no confusion, and no hurt. What there was instead was a beautiful day, provided by God, and I was completely in love with the earth.