Two: Shadows

The poetry of light and form, with its nuanced shadowy dance, stopped my hurried, headlong dash from one commitment to another today. I’d left work a few minutes early en route to my next appointment when I happened to glance down at the sidewalk. 

I stopped, too transfixed by nature’s artistry to notice the ticking of time as it whizzed passed.

I arrived at the doctors office a little late and smiling. 

Natural interventions always leave me a feeling a bit giddy with gratitude at the beauty lurking in ordinary moments.