While driving last Saturday, I glanced above the road to notice a leaning pine tree. In all the times I have passed this particular tree, I have never noticed its precarious angle. I kept my eye on it as if I would actually be capable of further action should it decide to fall. Suddenly, I began to think of the "near misses" each and every one of us encounter every day. There is no way we could be aware of each one, and I suppose being aware would only cause paranoia in the extreme. Later during the week, as I drove along the same route, a hawk swooped in front of my car. I could see every little detail of the birds' feathers and flinched, expecting impact. I have no idea how the fine-feathered predator missed me, but his escape only revived my former train of thought.
Perhaps these happenings (and others I have forgotten) impacted my mood, but for whatever reason, each and every moment over the past week has been especially sweet. Life is good.
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