I always try to get in a morning walk at one of our local parks. Usually, I adopt the "round-robin" approach. But passing this particular section today, kinda stunned me. Really beautiful and picturesque. Of course, growing up in London and getting used to the "traditional" colour schemes of black and white, I had no idea that places I've grown so accustomed to thinking I know, can take on such a different meaning in a certain light.
This park holds many memories for me. Of people near and dear to me, whether they are still with us or not. When I was much younger, this was how I remembered this exact scene. The sun streaming down from above with not a care in the world. So, seeing this really brought back fond reminders of those "much-missed" times in my life.
I've also recently started following a blogger on YouTube who has sadly been diagnosed with terminal cancer. Dealing with all these new problems in his life is one thing, but where does he find some form of solace in face of this utter horror? At the beauty that his surroundings offer. He mentions many times in his videos, about forgetting to take in how extraordinarily beautiful the sea is, which also happens to be right next to where he lives. Or of the smell of fresh air on a warm summers day. And that's one thing I always have tend to remind myself of.
Never overlook the "small miracles" we take for granted each and every day. Give thanks and gratitude, whatever religion you many follow. Life is a truly wonderful thing so treasure every second and try to make the most out of it...