It's a regular Wednesday afternoon in the city -- full of logistics, classes, paper-writing, illustrating (yep, that's part of my prep for the NEXT Children's Ministry Conference), drizzly rain, sirens, traffic and rush hour. The smell of spring trees permeated the air, which vaguely reminded me and Michelle of fish, or goose, or something else that's not so lovely, but the trees are still beautiful all the same.
I took my homework to my favorite coffee shop today, and then took the long way back to campus by walking through Millennium Park to another Brown Line stop on the train that's just a couple of blocks away. I intentionally travelled this direction today just to catch a glimpse of the white trees in the park, because they come and go so quickly, yet they're my favorite (even though they smell funny). They bring so much life to a place that's been gray and dull all winter.
It's the beginning of a change towards life and color again, and I always make a point to see it here in the city when April nears May.
I suppose I should call these, "beauty breaks". Essentially, it means taking even just a short stroll to appreciate the Lord's creativity and soak in the beauty of what He has made. I'm naturally drawn to nature for beauty breaks, but people-watching could fit into this too, since people are made in the very image of God, and the Lord is to be praised all the more for creating us than for even creating the trees and flowers. But that's another conversation for a different day, for it's a lesson I've had to learn the hard way living in the city.