Saturday afternoon I was reading blogs and sampling various blogrolls. I ran
across this entry.
This guy is in Phoenix on business (and is apparently enjoying
himself). He posted some pictures of our skyline
at dusk.

That night during my mind numbing trot on the treadmill, I was thinking about
his post and description of how nice it is here. It occurred to me that I've
never really appreciated the beauty of this place I call home. I guess it's easy
to overlook nature sometimes among all the strip malls.

Leaving the gym Saturday night, I got to my car and turned to look westward
behind me. The sky was gorgeous, slate blue with orange and red clouds
stretching across. I drove home with the windows down. The air was so sweet
smelling, like honeysuckle. I smiled all the way home.

I tend to get wrapped up in the day to day bullshit of getting through each day
that sometimes I forget to pay attention and notice what's right in front of me.
To realize how amazing this world is. Driving through Papago
Park everyday during my commute (which makes my commute so peaceful), waking
up to the sound of a gentle rain outside here (a rare occurrence), watching my
cat sleep (he is such a wonder to me).

I don't want to sound like some granola-head spouting off about the importance
about communing with nature, but I think there is a certain amount of truth to
it.

Speaking of nature, check out Robbie's beautiful
photographs from his weekend.