"It is life, I think, to watch the water. A man can learn so many things.”
~ Nicholas Sparks
Lately, and continually, I've been noticing water. This is one of those new and very old things, but it's new every day when we choose to see it that way.
There are dramatic ways of looking at water, of course, expansive ways. The ocean.
Yet what captured my attention just the other day while walking? Water flowing in the gutters in the street.
And suddenly I more fully remembered the child I once was (and still am, when I remember), how captivated I was by such a readily approachable thing as watching gutter water flow. At times I would do something to divert the water's direction, then pause attentively, observe. I was occasionally more entertained by the gutters around our home than with any number of toys, though I liked toys too. This was my childhood. And I remember.
Now when I look upon the water, and this is what I noticed the other day, I reflect upon the Flow. I reflect upon how it is truthfully possible to discover hidden beauty in the simplest and most humble of diverse ways. But we must open our eyes and choose to look. I'm happy I remember.