All of the Beautiful Places

When it's early spring 

and people flock to sunny

slabs of rock,

I think about how truly we all

want the same things.

I think about the man who said, "There are

too many people,

far too many people,"

and how he was one of us,

easing out of the darkness

of winter,

seeking some picture-worthy adventure,

or hoping he might be

the only one who needed

to see something beautiful.

I like thinking about all of the beautiful places

he must have seen in his lifetime so far.

I realized

I love sharing

with my fellow humans

whether I know them or not.

I think my biggest hope

is that we all see something beautiful

every day.

For example,

in the canyons there are 

emerald rivers that flow to towns where 

people smile and 

take the time to care

for one another.

I'm so thankful

for all of the beautiful places.