Drive-by blessings

This week, spectacular skies and colorful river landscapes have captured my attention on the drives to and from work. One afternoon as a storm cleared, golden light broke through a fissured gunmetal cloud like the day chipping itself free from an egg. This morning, a corner of the horizon spilled out lavender, rose, and amber in widening pools. And each day of this week, the ripening leaves of the trees shimmered on the river's surface, crowns glowing the flourescent orange of a hunter's safety vest.

All this beauty makes me think of the closing lines of Stanley Kunitz's poem, "The Round":
"I can scarcely wait till tomorrow
when a new life begins for me,
as it does each day,
as it does each day."

Nature sustains us with daily reminders of hope and renewal. What tapestry awaits tomorrow?