The Beauty that Surrounds Me

I have never had a problem writing. Usually I get an idea and can write until my work is finished. The research report I am writing is another story. I spent a majority of the time I was supposed to be writing, thinking about my word choice and how the paper will flow. There is so much reflection about how this experience has changed me and the way I now view the world, my writing is taking a lot of thought. In simple words, today my day was spent thinking and writing.

After my time spent in the office, I went on one of my weekly runs with the group. The group always seems to be changing with only a constant few people always coming. We run on a snaking deserted road back behind icipe. The occasional motorcyclist or bus sometimes passes in a swirl of dust. For the most part, though, the area is peaceful. The road leads to a busier road and in the distance an expanse of homes exist. There is a quarry, which at one point served as a mine. Birds are constantly flying overhead. The huge ones sitting and looking fake in the trees never fail to amaze me. A sporadic animal scampers from the tall, overflowing weeds through the street. This picturesque scene in front of a delicate sunset is wonderful. The view is a beauty in its own. I have noticed the view before, but today the sight seemed more vibrant and alive, or maybe I was just concentrating on the beauty surrounding me.