I stop out at the walking path along side the Windham Airport and the big reservoir of water on the other side often on my way home from work.
It is a beautiful place, with the little, tiny airplanes taking off and landing on one side, and the swans swimming on the other side.
The trees that surround the area are lovely in every season.
Sunsets are picture book most nights.
And yet, you can get used to seeing such beauty and wonder.
I must have... because tonight I saw a gal there, obviously for her first time.
We did not speak, but nodded and smiled a hello as we passed.
The look on her face, wide eyes, and ear to ear smile told me all I needed to know. She was looking up at the small and almost silent planes as they came and went right over our heads. Her camera was aimed and snapping shots of the water, the swans, the trees in full fall foliage.
I found great joy in her joy. I looked around anew myself, and beheld all this beauty once again, as if it were also my first time seeing it.
Thank you, stranger, for opening my eyes, to familiar sights, that today became new once again to me.
I am a Putnamaniac that saw something again as new, thanks to another's joy!