The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
-- Marcel Proust
My daily walk follows pretty much the same route. To get to any of the circuits I've devised I have to pass thruogh our gate, cross the highway and go about half a mile along a street that is pleasant enough, but that I don't particularly like.
Last night there were thunderstorms all around us; before midnight we had a few minutes of rain. Today I found the tall, overblown grasses along "the" street transformed -- heavy with water drops and backlit by the early morning sun.
The landscape hadn't changed all that much. But, gladly, I saw it differently.
