I live in the state of wow.
I cannot look out the window, or go anywhere in my yard—my neighborhood, for that matter—without being accosted with beauty.
Everywhere I turn there is something there to gaze at with childlike wonder. I not only am constantly saying wow but, with each moment, find myself wondering what I will see next.
The sun has not begun its climb into the East Texas sky this morning, and as I wait for those first rays to slip silently through the
trees, the memory of the scene it caused yesterday still glows in my mind.