A Moment & Memory | Just Outside Our Window

A Vignette

There is something inside the soul of all of us that wants to soar through sunbeams, then dance midair in a delicate mist, then take a simple bath on a leaf. There is something in our souls that wants to hover at beautiful moments in our lives, making them freeze in time. There is something in us that wants to fly backwards and savor once more the beautiful past. Some of us are just hummingbird people.”

~Ted Andrews [Source: found this courtesy my friend, Bobbie Zen]

We were sitting at a restaurant at Glacier National Park, near the lodge and lake. It was a gorgeous early June morning. Still cool out and snow still blocked part of the Going To The Sun road and higher passes.

Outside our window was a decorative bird feeder. As we waited for our breakfast order we saw one… then another… then several hummingbirds gather around it. They were beautiful and my girls watched them in wonder at how fast their wings beat and how they could hover. I still remember the smiles on their faces. It’s a moment I’ll never forget.

After breakfast down at the lake is where I taught my girls to skip rocks. An essential component of childhood! We skipped about a dozen or so and then sat on driftwood logs and watched the wind push the clouds around over the lake until they crowded the mountains that served as the far background.

It all looked like a Photoshopped masterpiece — but it was real. The best kind of scenery because we were in it.

A simple, wonderful, morning with my wife and daughters.

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