Wonder

This morning I padded through my house to find the door that lead outside, sat on the small brick front porch and drank in beauty.

I stretch out my legs, crossed them at the ankles, began to read and then set my book down to look, no actually see the world around me.

The ants crawling up and down the corner of the square pillar forming a moving black line, the dew that is drying up on the blades of grass, the birds and cicadas that sing, and the glorious sunshine.

Wonder can be found anywhere and everywhere, if only, if only I could open up my true eyes.