Evening

The sun has just set and the crescent moon is beautiful. I thought I should take a picture of what I can see from my window. It is a beautiful sky this evening and I would have to say that if I could capture this moment with the sky yellow on the horizon fading out to a greenish blue and then blue and then dark blue with that beautiful yellow crescent dangling above the edge of the horizon and put it in a bottle, I wouldn't mind being a genie. The snow is a royal blue too with all the dark trees standing quietly with their branches laden with blue snow. It looks like I am looking through a blue wine bottle and all the world has become Picasso's blue period. Lovely and sad and cold all at the same time.

There is beauty to be found almost everywhere you go. Even the most desolate places on earth will portray a certain sense of beauty... you just have to be open to looking at things with an clear eye. I look out my window every day as I sit here writing, and I can always find at least one beautiful thing. I am lucky to live in a world where beauty is so abundant that it is often taken for granted. I walk in the forest to the west of my house and am pleased to find mushroom of such astounding beauty that it could make you cry at the thought of such delicacy. At lichens that are so fragile that one bootstep can destroy it for 100 years. There are so many exquisite things to look at in this life that there is hardly time to enjoy it all.

The sky always has something of interest to look at. Next time you have the opportunity to look at a raging tempest sky, or a peaceful puffy cloud sky, or an blue winter crescent moon sky, do so, I guarantee that you won't be sorry. All you have to do is look up and you can see the glorious beauty of a boundless sky displayed in its awesome splendor. What's even nicer is that you can even see the beauty of the sky in a city.

For those of us who have the privilege of living in the country, it is not only the sky that grants us the wonderful pleasure of a glorious display, but the feather formations of frost, the golden hues of leaves and grasses in the fall, the chartreuse green of the early spring buds, the velvety softness of a caterpillar crawling along the ground. I can go on and on because luckily there is no end to the beauty that I find daily just living right where I do. How lucky I am....

The sun has set and still that crescent moon shines down from the now dark sky. I wonder if you see it where you are.