Emily and I stand on the dock near the bridge in town as the sun slides below the treetops and our world blazes ochreous, and days later I stop near the swing bridge to gaze down river as the sun slips over the rising mist and through moss-draped oaks, and I wonder - how many of the tens of thousands of sunrises and sunsets has this woman of a certain age missed in this mist of a life I've been given?
It takes only seconds to notice - to stop - to turn my gaze from where I think I want to go to see and be grateful right where I am.
From the rising of the sun to its setting,
the name of the LORD is to be praised!
Psalm 113:3 ESV
