Savoring sunset on Diablo Lake

It is easy in the rush of things to forget about this place. With assignments, time lines, deadlines, family and life this place, my place, slips away and I stop looking.  Perhaps I feel that it is all owed to me or, as with so many things, that which matters the most is usually the first to be taken for granted.

But then, I am reminded.  I stand on the dock and watch the sun sink slowly behind Pyramid Peak. I catch a fleeting glimpse of a small bat that has ventured out after a cold winter. I stand astonished before a small willow carrying tiny, white buds that are so close to bursting open. It is then that I remember, it is then that I stop and turn slowly, savoring it all. It is then that I ask myself, how did I forget? How did I stop looking, seeing, relishing the beauty and magic that surrounds me? The sunset, bat and willow remind me. This place is full of mystery and beauty and I must remember to always relish and savor these moments, this place, the powerful beauty of nature.

“Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.”
E.B. White