Inspired by an infant, I am on a tour of random things. This is a quest to slow down the blistering pace of life and simply stare at objects or scenes. If I consider these random things long enough, they begin to invoke wonder, peculiarity, humor, curiosity, and profound appreciation.
Staring intently at inanimate objects is an odd thing to do in public. But the "weird factor" is alleviated when you're holding a baby.
A miniature house at Shaw's Coffee on The Hill in St. Louis. These nostalgic little scenes, resting on fake cotton snow, make me happy. Inside there are people laughing around the table. We want to be inside too.
View out the window of my study at home. Frost clings to the glass in geometric fashion. It's haphazard and yet as if it was placed there with great intention.
Merry Christmas Eve. Don't move too hastily. You'll miss too much. The celebration of the incarnation requires uninhibited attentiveness. Most people missed the holy newborn two millenia ago. Except for some farmers and a teenage mother.