Magic

Today, I decided to get out and observe the sunset instead of staying inside after work. Last night's unexpected sunset had me looking for more where that came from.  Fortunately for me, one of the best sunset vistas in the city is just down the hill from where I currently call home.

Hubbard Hall Sunset

I think the photograph speaks for itself. Apart from a minor aperture adjustment, this photo was taken without any digital or analog filters. Calling it worth the short walk is one of the bigger understatements in a week characterized by folks downplaying dramatic moments.

On my way back up the hill, the lawns around the houses were alive with lightning bugs. The grass shed waves of six legged sparks making the rolling hillsides seem alight with a dark fire throwing off starbursts. Scenes like the one that greeted me on my way home help me understand how children can believe in magic and faeries, wizards, and spells.

Somehow along the way, the magic slowly vanishes. I know I get caught in the grind of day to day living, and I don't take the time to get out and bask in the glow of ten thousand photoluminescent insects. That's too bad because after the sunset, the walk through the magic of nature was just what I needed to wrap up a long and, at times, trying week.

Once again, the universe has exceeded expectations that I did not even realize I carried, and I'm looking forward to what may come out of the milieu tomorrow.