The wind blew hard all day. It caused trees to fall over onto cars, streets, electrical wires, and houses. It caused shingles to fly off of roofs and furniture on porches to tip over. I’ve been taking care of a dog, and the wind scared the dog.
On a stormy day, everything looks dismal. The colors look dull. Everything feels as if were abandoned and lost.
Where do I find the beauty on a day when the steel gray sky closes on on a muddy brown earth? Are those things beautiful?
Are the things that we overlook actually things of great beauty? How about in the things that go unused?
Chairs stacked up against a tree.
Furniture on the porch that waits for humans to use it. It looks so inviting and beautiful, but maybe not today.
These are the things that hold the hope for brighter days to come. Storms wax and wane. The days grow warmer and daylight stays longer. The beauty will be realized as the spring flowers continue to bloom. Today, it is just the promise of the beauty to come. The beauty in this space on a stormy day is beauty in a very unlikely place.
What sort of beauty do you see on a stormy day? Come back tomorrow when we find beauty in something that begins with E!