Seeing the woods

Today's a beautiful, sunny day, and I remember running through Lullwater and the Druid Hills neighbourhood last spring, captivated by colour and life and light.

I realised that I've been so caught up with the details of the fabric that I missed seeing the fabric itself. To be able to choose is a privilege in itself; why do I worry about what I choose?

Mostly because I grasp these little details too tightly in my hand and forget about the one who has given them to me.