Just as I was feeling a bit … resistant to walking B today … as though there were 10,000 other things I’d way rather do …

I was reminded of the magic of what happens when movement and nature meet.

Of the importance of getting out and being out. I need it. I find that I become so in tune with my surroundings and I am brought back to the magic that exists, that is out there … amongst us all the time.

That magic we overlook while we’re too busy getting caught up in the things that don’t matter … stressors that really serve no purpose other than to cause extra anxiety and concern.

Just as I was marveling over these clouds and being thankful that it doesn’t take much to wow me, I snapped this picture of Brother and B. Not even noticing what I was capturing till just now downloading it.

You might try to convince me otherwise, which is totally cool, but I will not be swayed here … there is, undoubtedly, something on Brother’s back.

Something that I believe is otherworldly. There were no lights around when I took this, and you can tell where the sun is in this picture, so we can rule that out.

And no, I did not use a flash.

We might disagree on what this exactly is … but it is … that we can all see. And it’s these things that assure me, show me the way that so much more is happening than our physical eyes can see. That there is nothing boring and predictable about life.