Many years ago, whilst living in Kansas City, my friend Jovan and I were walking in my neighbourhood. Well, we often walked in my neighbourhood, but this one day in particular has stuck in my mind. The day was a day in Spring or Summer or Fall but really, the time of year doesn’t matter for this story. We were walking down the street and Jovan made an observation of me.
“Why do you always look down when you walk?”
I didn’t have an adequate answer. Maybe I mumbled something about being afraid of tripping over a crack in the sidewalk, or possibly tripping over my own feet.
“Cassandra, you are missing out on so much. Don’t forget to look up and see all the beautiful things around you.”
Jovan doesn’t know, but all these many years later I am taking his advice to heart. Sometimes I forget to look up; I forget to take in my surroundings and notice the beautiful things happening around me. Today I reminded myself to look up. The sky was doing something quite extraordinary and I just happened to be at just the right place to see how the dramatic sky contrasted itself against the curved, hard edge of a row of Georgian homes. And yesterday, whilst walking in my neighbourhood, I looked up and saw the lines of the most elegant curves.
Note to self: Don’t forget to look up.