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If you haven’t guessed, I love to travel. When I travel, my eyes are wide open. I look for the details. I see the minutia. I find the beauty. I open my eyes large like a child and fill with awe as I see the churches. the doorways. the buildings. the leaves on the trees. the people on the street.
The same is true when I run. I don’t figure out the world’s problems when I run. I don’t even figure out my own. But, I get lost in the scenery and the music. I hear the lyrics and I marvel at the beauty that surrounds me.
When I’m not traveling, sometimes I need to remind myself not to take the scenery for granted, but to look at my surroundings from the perspective of “fresh eyes.” As if I’m walking down a street for the first time. As if my home is part of my travels. And then, I notice the trees. the archways. the shutters.
I’d like to share a drop of beauty that I see almost daily. I work in a landmark building. A courthouse. The mural painted on the ceiling in the rotunda is exquisite and rivals any mural that I’ve ever seen – be it here or in a museum in a foreign country. And, all I have to do is remember to look up, and it is there.
|Rotunda at New York Supreme Court (www.WillRunForMiles.com).|
Do you see beauty around you even when you are not traveling?
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