I don’t know what you think about in the wee hours of the morning when sleep eludes you, but this was on my mind this morning.
People are different from all other animals God made.
We sit in front of the television watching nature shows and swoon at the images of baby tigers, baby baboons, baby anythings.
We are wired that way, to love the creation around us.
I walk the path in our little neighborhood and breathe in the Autumn air and delight in all the hues of the leaves in a hundred trees. They carpet the ground where I walk our dog, and they are enchanting.
The dog, however, never noticed.