“But unless things are seen with fresh eyes,” he added, “nothing’s worth writing down.”
― Jane Hirshfield, The Heart of Haiku
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He watches the eagles that sour above the lake. It is a five eagle day Gramma, he says joyfully. I wonder if the eagles have always done this, or if it something new this spring. My guess is I just never paid attention, for this is not the first time he has opened my eyes to the beauty around me. Fresh eyes I say to him! Later I make fried rice for dinner and watch as Baker licks up the rice I have spilled here and there on the floor. Sometimes the simplicity of joy surprises me.