Magic at the park

I take nearly daily walks at a park outside my neighborhood. It's small, but has a great walking path marked at quarter mile intervals. Today was an absolute delight.

As I walked, a low hanging branch partially blocked my way. I would have had to stoop slightly to avoid getting smacked in the face. Just as I approached it, a small gust of wind lifted the branch over my head, allowing me to walk under unaccosted. It almost felt like it was saluting.

Further on the path I noticed a plastic bag being blown by the wind, parallelling me, looking very much like a small white apparition dancing. At one point the trees cleared and I was able to pick it up and properly dispose of it, not wanting it to become a danger to local wildlife.

But the most magical thing of all was as I walked along, and in the middle of the path on the ground, I found a small white flower. It looked so forlorn and forgotten, and out of place. In October, a flower lay on the ground. Of course I picked it up, brought it home, snipped the end, and put it in a glass of water. Now it graces my stove.

Take time today to notice and delight in the unexpected. It is worth it!