It was a springy sort of day, following a deluge of now rapidly melting snow, though not in the sense of season, but in the feel that one might click heels off the ground in a joyful burst. That’s what the exuberant bunny seemed to dance out as it leaped from one pillowy snow mound to the next that lined yards across the way, catching and captivating my eye with query at what in the world that swift movement across the length of three homes was...
Standing beside my window, I watched it leap, hop and sink but a split second into the downy white puffs, then up and out speedily… unchased by anyone or anything, except maybe a pure sense of delight. And wondering what had brought the typically twilight only creature out into the early morning, I simply, grinned.
I let myself out the back door and into the brisk air warmed only by lozenges of sun lighting here, there upon the clear road. Diamond pricks glistened where snow still lay and shadows glowed smoky blue. There was no one and nothing else about, save a car or two parked at curbs. My walking path led round the curve of the small park in the center of our homes, up and over soft undulation of road and when I reached the home fronts where I’d seen the bunny frisking, I paused to take in the arc of the sky, gray with low cloud but thatched in blue even higher still and letting bits of sunlight through. Above the homes, I could see graceful, empty branches of trees rising, the iron tip of a church cross just beyond, as if painted there, in silhouette.
I was alone, not another soul, not a dog or a cat or a rabbit about. Only unseen birds, punctuating the air in morning hymns.
Cocooned as I was in the neighborhood, I had the feel of a yet stretching, enormous, airy world up and out around me, reducing me to just one more creature, not so unlike that bunny making swiftly receding tracks from its glacier to glacier. I alone had seen it dancing…and for that moment, it had pressed a forever image that could not melt away.
Partly, I enjoyed that sense of being the only one to see, of being unseen and anonymous in the day. Spying out the otherwise unnoticed sparkles we miss in everyday, and picking them up like scalloped sea shells, to slip as treasure in my pocket.
Still, in the soft murmur of drip, drip, drip where ice now ran as freshly poured water, another musical note arose.
You give Me pure delight as I watch yours, it sang out in a rippling sort of way that seemed to caress as if with soft breeze. Forever etched in my heart too. And…you are never alone…
I lifted my face to the blue above and blushed in the warmth of that wonder… Love in ever presence. And isn’t it a thing of ever faceted beauty how He slips such remembrance into our hands, like pearls on a string…?
A gift continually sung over you and I…to ponder…in every moment. That…even when our footprints seem to disappear in the snow, there is One who etches them everlasting…just because.
© Pam Depoyan
🙂 This incredible bunny photo: https://www.pinterest.com/love4cats2/bunnies/