Perspective

I've been focused on details like these purple fritillaria at Shakespeare's Garden in Central Park.



I've also been noticing things that I used to miss because of my little boy. He's infatuated with birds, so now I see them everywhere I look.



Details, so delicate and charming, have held me entranced, until last night as I walked past Washington Square Park at dusk. I had this sudden shift to taking it all in. It felt lighter, and easier. It was a release, reminding me that I don't need to micro-manage the details of my life and can just accept what is and what may be.


(picture actually this morning)