I took a moment today to look at the trees. This semester has kept me hopping. So much so, that I almost forgot how good it made me feel to enjoy the complexity and simplicity of life.
I took a deep breath and let it out as I rested my head on the bench all the while staring up at the tree canopy over my head. I experienced the joyous dance of a good ol’ tree as it anxiously waited for the promising rains to arrive. The melancholic day overhead and the soothing wind bespoke of a peace I almost forgot I had the ability to experience. But here in this moment, here this peace was. All the toils of this past semester are now behind me as I thank God with my mental singing. I smile because I know things will be ok. The Lord has brought me through yet one more trial.
The Spanish moss now drapes the peripheral of my view and for a moment I forget I am actually sitting at a bus stop, waiting on a bus. Waiting to go home. The subtle shifting of impatience alerts me to the rapid approach of the manmade object. I’m tempted to walk home. It would be a long walk but it would be a happy one. Nevertheless I choose to ascend the hollow enclosure. With printed advertisement on the outside, obscuring the view from the inside, it darkens the environment around me. Nevertheless I sit here and am content.