It has been raining a lot here in the Chicagoland area. One can count on our two hands the few sunny days with blue skies, but here I have posted one day. This moment, I am grateful to be able to pick up one foot, put it down and then pick up the other foot and put it down. I am grateful that I can breathe the fresh air after spending a long cold winter inside a heated home. I am grateful for the lighthouse still standing in Evanston, Illinois.
Last year's footprints have been erased by the lake's ebb and flow but here are the new footprints left behind on this sandy beach. One comes. One goes. Do you have a permit? No. May I walk the beach take some pictures? Okay for five minutes. That is all I have. Five minutes of solitude now that it is Spring. When the snow covers the sand, and the ice forms on the beach one may forget to count how many moments of solitude that one requires to take on the world of chaos.
I head home after capturing awe one more time. And so it is.
Evanston Light House
"Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world."
~ John Milton