Sometimes when I'm looking at the ground, I find a surprise, such as a lucky penny or a feather or an appealing piece of rusted metal to give to a friend as a gift (yes, I am that generous!); but sometimes when I look up I find pleasant surprises as well. Such as a flying fish and a message from the wind.
Or if I'm really lucky I might even happen upon a towering totem reaching heavenward.
I might find inspiration from flowers that should be well past their prime...that should, in fact, be quite dead but that are somehow lingering on and stretching out their beauty.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I zoomed in with my little camera lens to confirm that there were buds, resembling rosebuds but who knows what they really are, short of miraculous, stretching high above me. (This photo is SOOC, BTW.)
And this evening, as I was looking up at the sky through my bedrom window, I saw that the moon was already on high, taking advantage of the delicate pink goodnight kisses from the setting sun.
I hope things are looking up for you, my friends.