I find myself abruptly stopping in my tracks these days, while rushing to work, or running to a meeting- as the eye catches a new bud that has just flowered.
Spring is not fully here yet, but some brave ones are daring to break open and flower… though a little hesitant, a little cautious.
I feel the compulsion to walk over to them, slowly so as not to alarm them, to convey in a way, “I see you. I think you are beautiful.”
They are not yet blossoming beauties, but more often like crinkly-wrinkly new-born babies. And they have the same quality of marking a new beginning, and freshness and promise.
Take your time. I see you.