A small stained glass window is resting on a leaf. The opalescent panels shimmer with the slightest breath of wind, reflecting the radiant halo of mother nature. It is a passageway, an opening to a locket. Inside are luminous keepsakes. The song of the Chickadee. An inchworm measuring your arm. A sweep of wind across a meadow. An unrestrained river. An expansive sky. The quaking of Aspen leaves. Drifting clouds. The moon. The chirp of a cricket. A blanket of morning dew. The yawn of a coyote. The warmth of the sun. The falling rain. An old tree. A swimming tadpole. A marching ant. The tapping of a woodpecker. The changing leaves of fall. A starry night. The smell of the ocean. A patch of moss. The track of a deer. You.
Nature is an inexhaustible source of wonder. I look forward to seeing you out there.
