It’s the first day of a new month and I caught sight of the ‘September’ page of a calendar pinned up behind the counter of a shop. The page featured a picture of a semi-rural street cast in mellow, early-autumn sunshine. The scene was half familiar, but then it did feature the characteristics of many of the villages and small towns in my region: dry-stone walling; old, stone-built, slate-roofed houses, closely built in a huddle; a background roll of hillside and moorland…
I wish I lived there, I thought enviously, it’s pretty, and it looks so peaceful.
I moved in closer to read the caption. It was a shot of my own town. I do live there. The perspective from which it was taken was simply one I was not familiar with.
There’s a lesson in that somewhere.
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others.” ― Marcus Tullius Cicero (106 – 43 BCE)
“This a wonderful day. I’ve never seen this one before.” Maya Angelou (1951 – 2014)
Photo credit: Horse, Pendle Hill, Pixabay