Ruffey Lake Park, Doncaster, Victoria
Amongst friends, I spent most of my evening tonight discussing man’s responsibility to care for the earth. The earth is beautiful. Why can’t we keep it that way?
A dear friend remarked he would appreciate the environment a great deal more and be able to see beauty much clearer outside of every day life in this city. I was greatly astounded! Perhaps offended, then, deeply sad.
This post isn’t here to boast about how beautiful Melbourne is (oh, y’all know how I feel about that one), but rather, noticing beauty. Beauty in the tree you past on the way to the bus stop. Knowing the exact point to turn your head because you’ve noticed the clouds change colour and there is a clearing up at the next bus stop. Taking note of how the pavement is littered with golden leaves, now laminated by the rain. The warm greeting of the barista as he delivers your coffee order with a smile. Flash of colour, a new discovery of graffiti because curiosity got the better of you. It’s a wonder I make it to work on time, some days.
Sure, I love weekends too. They bring me to new places, and sometimes old places. But most of all, fresh eyes to see beauty.
And for that, I am most humbly grateful.