I probably wouldn’t have noticed you otherwise. But the house sits on a hill, so there you are – unavoidable, vast, and seemingly endless.
Once, the fast-moving clouds, the changing light, and the coming rainstorm combined to produce an other-worldly display.
Even on the quiet evenings, the light left behind by the setting sun reminded me of the beauty found in “ordinary” time and place.
Then there was that day when the whole world shone in golden light, and your clouds danced in the sky.
Every day you reminded me to look again with new eyes, to pay attention, and to let your beauty do its restorative work in me.
-Eyes wide open, Chinwe