A cloud of pulverized dead leaf dust rises from the pavement as Stella pulls me urgently up the hill.
The sun beats hard on her black coat, bringing out magenta hues.
A shy blue sky tucks itself behind the bold, brilliant, ragged-rimmed —
Falling —
Foreground.
And it’s me that stops to sniff.
Summer leaving scents the balmy air with rich, well-lived notes. My senses fill and flow —
Flit back and forth between golden sacred moments on the paths I’ve walked.
It’s four o’clock in the afternoon and I don’t know yet that Steve Jobs has passed.
I finish my work and feed my faithful dog. A friend stops by to talk plans for a birthday party. We visit our neighborhood pub. Order glasses of wine. I am 25 years old and in love. The burger is done perfectly.
Ice cream.
Of course.
And then.
I sit —
I sit before my magnificent apple.
And, I am —
Amazed.
Who and what amazes you? How deep does your amazement go and how do you express it? Can you discern between a life lived being amazed and one lived trying to be amazing? How does Steve Jobs inspire you?
ORIGINALLY POSTED OCT 6, 2011 on everydayahas.com
JULIE ANN STEVENS 