Nothing Is Ordinary

I slip outside today, once the wind calms just a little. Who can resist? The sun is shining. It's a reasonable temperature since I am wearing a sweater. With coffee in tow, I strap the camera around my neck. With a slide of the kitchen door, I am out.

 

It feels fantastic; sunshine on my back, wind in my hair, falling leaves visiting from all directions.

 

Looking around for anything of particular interest on which to focus my lens, I spy something. No broad-winged hawk passes overhead. No albino deer nibbles foliage in my path. Neither the first nor second naturally exciting things occur.

 

It is merely a lone pumpkin, in the center of a table. It's been there for weeks; offering a pop of color, a reminder of this exciting season, and a true beacon for Halloween.

 

I rest my favorite "I heart New York City" mug alongside, and it feels right.

 

Click at last!

 

I have an image to share!

 

This reminds me, once again, that nothing is ordinary. Not the opportunity to walk outside. Not the blessing of having another day in which to do so. Not this forum through which we connect across the miles.

 

It is all quite extraordinary.

 

Right?

 

xo,

Angie

Done