He who can no longer pause to wander and stand rapt in awe is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
Instead of making resolutions at the beginning of the year, I made a bucket list. Call it a be-more-childlike bucket list. Not the jump-out-of-airplanes-meet-a-sitting-president-before-I-die kind of list. Besides, I’ve already done those things. My list looks like: call my high school friend Kelly more, create a terrarium, and visit a botanical garden. “Boring,” you say. Is it?
oversized banyon trees consuming crumbling art deco apartments in between Hollywood and Miami Shores. Beautiful decay. Impermanence. New growth. I navigated through the urban jungle of downtown Miami before arriving in the timelessly elegant Coral Gables. Fairchild Botanical Gardens is an 85- acre collection of thousands of rare trees and plants from across the globe. There are more than 400 species alone that start with the letter A. I took about a ga-jillion pictures and when my battery was down to 1%, I took a few more of what I’m guessing is the blossom of a banana plant. The breeze rustled the leaves to allow a glimmer of sunlight into my last picture just before my iPhone died.
When I recharged it, this is what I found. This light travelled 93 million miles, going at a rate of 186 thousand miles a second to show up in this sun selfie. Ironic, that it required me to slow down to catch a glimpse.
By the way, I bought a terrarium house in the gift shop and called my friend Kelly on the way home.
What will you put on your bucket list?