I walked a slow mile before breakfast; there were birds I did not know, and flowers I could not name, and a thousand spider webs hung from every piece of meadow grass like streamers leftover from a grand event I was not invited to. I returned to my world remembering (with thanks) how small I am, how little I know, how there is an entire reality surrounding me that I forget to see.
The beauty of our little patch of Ann Arbor literally takes my breath away some mornings
Sometimes it’s the tiny things…
