And there, just like that, in the most unlikely of places, was a sliver of beauty and grace – in the way a fading bit of sun illuminated the unexceptional gray concrete support beam of an overpass. Winter has been opening such secrets to me this year, or maybe I’m just noticing what has always been there, in a different light.
Such a scene is unremarkable in an upstate New York winter, and for that very fact I find this glimpse of beauty even more touching. Why should there not be beauty in what many would consider mundane? The older I get, the more I realize how much of our experience is in what we are willing to see, and how we are willing to see the world. In the past, this overpass would have registered as gray and dull. These days it thrills me with its spectacular structure, its shading, and the way it cradles the last light of the day in its arms.
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