I get very excited about small things at times, a colorful sunrise, the sight of a shooting star, the first spring crocus and in the fall; the first time I see frost. This morning there was frost on the ground here and upon seeing it I felt like a giddy child.
Soon the Aspens and the Poplars will change their colors, there will be snow visible up in the high country, mornings will be crisp and I will have to dig out my winter things. I’ll have to remember not to breathe on my viewfinder, to put gloves in my camera backpack and to preheat my travel mug prior to pouring my coffee into it before heading out the door into the chilly pre-dawn light.
Birds that summer here will soon be heading south but the birds that winter here will start to show up. Song Sparrows (Melospiza melodia) that I haven’t seen all summer long will appear and feed on the seeds of weeds with hoar frost clinging to the stems.
There is something magical about seeing the first rays of sunrise striking the crystals of frost and the light that bounces back from it.
Yes, I get excited about small things.