When I was a kid and our family drove along country roads, we sisters would whine and complain that the journey was boring. My father liked to say, Look at the scenery! It's beautiful. It confounded him that we wouldn't be content to sit and stare out the window, that we didn't find the sights along the way fascinating, that we couldn't see the beauty before us.

I guess it's my age, and if so, it's surely a benefit of growing older, that I now see what my father meant. The scenery is beautiful, and I am grateful that he encouraged me in this way – to see art everywhere.

This is my life right here right now. Beautiful.

Day 87

Day 87