What I see depends on where and when I am. If I’d been six feet or so to the right, or five minutes earlier or later, I wouldn’t have seen this bit of rainbow on a mostly blustery day.
Robert Frost has a fine poem along these lines, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.
I like how the writer pauses in the poem, how he gives himself a moment of quiet and beauty before moving on to travels and tasks.
May there be a few such moments — pausing for wonder — for all of us.
Susan Palmer's Exquisite Now 