Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

I startled the little fox again. In one great spring it hopped a fence. It looked back thrice, all pausing, steady. Over the snow shine toward shadows, deliberate, ready. What must it be like to take beauty for granted. Daffodil greens peek from where they weren’t planted. They say life is what happens when you’re making plans. Let’s follow beauty and see how we land.