Have you ever been to a big art museum? And walked into gallery after gallery, each one displaying works of beauty or intrigue or historical importance? And after an hour, thought … “ho hum, another masterpiece, I’ll give it ten seconds at best”? That’s when it’s time to get out, because you’ve become blasé about the gifts before your eyes.
I speak of what I know. But when it comes to natural beauty, I’m still enthralled.
I went for yet another sunset/night hike tonight, and experienced again the peace and silence and beauty and being-right-here-right-now that I get in the mountains, with a view of the sea and the setting sun.
I feel so very lucky to live in this gorgeous place, with friends and opportunities and health. I don’t take it for granted, not for a minute.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m really happy.