Each morning I take a walk. Whether I think there’s anything to see or not, I take a walk.
Because there’s always something. It’s just that we aren’t looking most of the time.
Take this morning.
It’s foggy. The moist warm air passing over the cooler surface, became over saturated. I know this because I am studying for my met exam.
So when I wake, look outside, the visibility is just a few metres, it’s pretty dense. So I know there’s no sunrise to marvel at this morning. It’s at that moment that I force myself to think, “Yes but who knows what you might see?”
I always do this. Unless it is absolutely hammering it with rain or a howling gale (II hate wind) then I make the effort.
Because who knows what you might see?
Today was no different.
I am sitting with my thermal coffee mug at the base of my favourite tree, looking out at the fog. I can still hear the birds doing their thing all around me, so it’s worth it for that.
Then I look to my right across the grass and see all of the cobwebs. Thousands of them. In fact, tens of thousands, who knows no many?
Of course, they are there every day. Every morning, I have walked right past them, not seeing them because they were the thinnest, finest gossamer of a structure.
All highlighted by the moisture in the air that renders them easily visible.
Today, with the heavy moisture in the air and the angle of the light, plus my low down viewpoint, I could see them.
I stood up to take a closer look and they vanished once more. It was only when I was low down, at that angle of diffused light in the fog that I could see them.
And as I looked around I could see they were absolutely everywhere. Across the field, strung out like a vast array of marquees ready for a festival, each one using a single blade of grass as its main structural support, the main joist of the construction. That entire web marquee supported not by a stick or a tree branch, but by a blade of grass.
They were always there. Most mornings that I have sat there, surveyed the sunrise, marvelled at the light. They were there and yet I didn’t see them.
Like many amazing things in life, we don’t see what is right there before us. This morning is one of those mornings.