A moment of sweetness

Liz and I normally take a cab to school in the morning. We would arrive to school five minutes before school begins if we took the school bus. We like to get to school at least an hour before the kids arrive to prepare for the day, therefore we take a cab. Liz and I end our days at different times. I will either go work out in the gym or play basketball, and Liz will usually go running with her friends in some parks. So, we usually meet up at home around 6:00pm. So that leaves me getting home on my own. I choose to walk.

The walk home is all down hill. Our school is at the top of the mountain, and our home is at the foot of the mountain. The walk home is along a very busy street. The street is lined with very posh homes and apartment buildings. Cars speed by, as if there is no speed limit, and I walk on the uneven sidewalks. I usually read a book or listen to music to make the walk seem shorter. It takes about thirty minutes to make it home. It is like walking down Broadway Street in New York City, with mountains. It is noisy and smells of pollution. But there is this one place along the walk that I enjoy. Most of the buildings are apartments with very few homes on the street. But there is one place that is nice.

It is a home with trees and bushes lined on the rim of its property. You can barely see the house but the flora and fauna are what make me smile. They creep out over the fence and make a tunnel to walk through with shade and aroma. For those two minutes of walking through this section bring a smile every time. The noise is quieted, and I hear birds. The odor of pollution is crowded out by the scent of flowers and blossoms. I soak up the moment. For an instant I am in a garden and it is only me. Then I pass though the tunnel of trees and back out into the traffic to finish my walk. Life is okay. Even when we rush by to things unseen, there is a moment of peace in the garden of life that all is lost and a moment is gained.

I love my walks home, because for two minutes I see God's hand, and I smell his scent in this modern life of mine