Each day I look around me, searching
for those little things that lend
a burst of joy,
a feeling of refreshment
to a stale day.

Like a moth on an orange slice, I am captivated
by those small things that
too often go unnoticed.
I may feel small, but I am surrounded
by things bigger than myself,
I become that moth

I feel the sticky wedge beneath my legs,
I smell the citrus in the air, overpowering.
I see my wings, gargantuan next to my small frame
but more beautiful than anything I’ve seen before
I taste the tart juice, and savor this moment of clarity

We are surrounded by adventure and amazement
though it is not always our own.
How often do you stop to absorb it?
To really appreciate it?