Riding through a leafy tunnel. The Little Blue River sparkles in the distance. Earbuds deliver Paul Potts' Con Te Partiro to my brain.
Round a corner, a deer stands in the path, unperturbed by my approach until I get within two or three feet. It bounds into the woods, white tail flashing through green.
I surrender.
3 comments:
Ah, there's the antidote. Great, great writing.
Beauty of this is that such moments are there for us at every single moment, if only we're open to them.
Have a great Sunday. (In some places, this is a day of rest, by the way.)
Such beauty expressed in so few words. Lovely!
Ahh, you deserve it. Revel in it!
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