Sweetieheart and I are strollers. We stop to smell the roses. We look at the views. We’re passed by walkers–people who are pumping arms with long strides… and we don’t care. Walking is about communing with nature and deepening our friendship with talk. Walking is about exploring new neighborhoods and gathering ideas for our home.
Sweetieheart and I were on the last leg of the sunrise walk. It was a beautiful morning for July. It wasn’t too hot although the humidity was high. It had been a nice walk through a nice neighborhood and along a path through a city golf course and park. We’d just crossed a bridge over a babbling stream when a magical moment occurred.
A walker, with arms pumping to the rhythm of the music blasting from her earbuds, passed us. And over her head, unnoticed by her, a dragonfly and hummingbird met and danced.
Sweetieheart and I stopped to watch the aerial dance while she pumped along. It was a magical moment… and she missed it.
How many other magical moments had she missed while she listened to her music and raised her heart rate?
How many had we missed?
I’m just grateful that for a few precious seconds, we were able to watch. It was a beautiful moment.