As I was riding my exercise bike Friday morning. A fly alighted on the window.
The sun was shining brightly. His wings were shaded at the tips and his body was shimmering. In an attempt to reach the outdoors, he flew in and out, hitting the window, then backing out, then taking another run at freedom.
I was close enough that I could see details I had never observed before. He appeared to have only four legs as he skittered across the window. When he stopped for a second, I counted six legs. His wings were serrated with black stripes. His quick strides were coordinated and quick.
This was the beauty of the morning.
To see with new eyes what is too soon mundane.