October 22, 2014
I saw him wearing new sneakers the other day, and I wondered if he was done with these...or maybe he just needed a change. I had promised to let him wear these as long as he wanted...the new pair could wait until he was ready.
The look on his face when I had suggested the new told me how attached he was to these. Torn and worn by the miles he has traveled. Covered in the red dirt of Africa. I can relate.
I decide not to make a big deal of the switch, and just let it simmer in my heart. I love the ways he has held tightly to the experience and I have a feeling I haven't seen the last of those trampled laces.
October 21, 2014
My goal is always home.
I pull into the neighborhood, focus on the last road that will get me there, and let the rest of the world become a blur. The little details of the neighborhood are lost on me, though I pass them every day. Twice.
In the cool, beautiful of the air of the weekend, I headed out for a walk... and the details came alive. Along one end of the road. the sidewalks sweep in curves, while the other end boasts angular lines. textures change along the way, too. But it is the way the sunlight creates a thousand shades of green in the trees or the grass that catches my eye and amazes me.
Ordinary is beautiful, especially when the sun shares its golden light.