Friday morning, my carpool dropped two of us off at work, at the first building on campus, so we could walk along the lagoon to our building. Half way round, I looked from trying not to step in goose poop on the sidewalk, to see a beautiful white heron, perched at the waterline, looking for breakfast.
The view of that white heron, one of God's many beautiful creatures, more than offset the annoyance of going into the office on a Friday, when I would far preferred to work at home.
Then, that night on the drive home, the San Mateo bridge was its usually Friday rush hour plod. Half way across, one of my carpool mates called our attention to the crest of the Hayward Hills. There on the eastern horizon was the slimmest edge of the full moon, peeking over the hill top. As we sat in traffic, we could see the moon slowly rise, and grow from sliver, to crescent, to semi-circle, then a fully visible bright circle in the evening sky.
Alleluia! The world we live in is indeed wonderful.
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