The morning air was a nearly perfect sixty-five degrees with only a slight breeze. Ideal conditions to be out on the road. A day worth remembering. I hate I have lost so much of my sense of smell as I would love to capture the aroma of this early fall day in my memory bank as well.
I’m asking things of my body that it doesn’t like especially since it still has too much weight to be carrying around. The body is fighting against itself and the mind, while the soul is just weary of it all.
Yet even amidst the turmoil within me I am struck by a moment of grand beauty. In the middle of a pain concert raging in my feet, legs, back and lungs I stop for a moment to watch a squadron of maple leaves launch from their branch and be carried along on a gentle current. Watching as they spiral down in the morning sunlight. Twirling and twisting in a death dance celebration of their short life. The sun spotlighting them, highlighting their performance.
For that brief moment time seemed to stop and allow me to take it in. The sound of the leaves rustling on the trees, the feel of sun on my skin, the breeze gently caressing my face. A moment of pure beauty in the midst of an internal storm. A reminder that no matter how out of control things seem to get, there is hope because there is beauty. Because there is beauty I know there is love.
Because there is love… I have hope.