dry grass singing

random extravagant beauty

Walking out of the workplace i am always struck by nature's extravagant beauty. The sky - bright youthful blue in the afternoons, dark dusk in the evenings. Outside at the bus-stop, i see the delicate beauty of rain tree leaves silhouetted against the night sky, like a fine lattice of intricate black lace set against rich grey velvet. After rain, the fallen leaves are a glossy black against the concrete pavement.

In the mornings there is a coolness in the air from the dew on the leaves. It is a crisp kind of coolness, not at all like the thick slow coolness that falls during afternoon rain and lulls you to sleep, but something that invigorates, makes your eyes shine even amid a sea of grey. The birds must love this because their morning song rings out without fail at the start of each new day, as they wing their way across the rooftops and over the treetops. There's a pair of them, one red and the other green, that have frequented the area ever since i started noticing these things. They soar and dip through the foliage in an exuberantly celebratory dance, the unlikeliest pair - i think they're of different species, though they move so fast i've never been able to get a good look.

There has to be something to all this, other than to make random people feel happy about their ordinary day-to-day lives, or even to make other random people happy about their ability to see and appreciate totally random beauty.

posted by eothen @ 8:59 PM