Ordinary Beauty

The blue sky stands silent behind the wind. Wind breathes life into everything. The trees sway and move, birds dart and fly, even the dead leaves dance. What an image of resurrection and complete dependence. Without the wind, the leaves sit - dead, brown, dull - on a landscape of black asphalt. But with the wind, they float and dance in graceful ways that exult in movement and life. The asphalt becomes a stage for their beauty.