In which everything surprises me

Will anyone be surprised that I find everything surprising? I seem to muddle through life in a constant state of surprised amazement. What does that say about me? That I appreciate everyday magic? That I just don’t notice things until they go all blammo?

Sunrises, sunsets
Kindness
Light on the water
The roar of the crowd at Autzen
Smiles
Laughter
Wind rustling leaves
Music
Books
Unexpected 53 minute phone calls
The stillness of the air when you go up in a balloon
How it’s suddenly dark when I go to work in the morning this week
How good clean sheets feel
Catching someone looking at you..like that

Several times a day, I find myself saying “wow” about something. It might be anything. It might be nothing. Crossing the street, seeing a particularly interesting shadow, or the way a yellow leaf stains the sidewalk after it rains.

I’m not sure it’s really congruous with the way I overthink everything, but it means I smile for no particular reason a lot.

Wonder.

It is a very good thing.

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