There is something that does sneak up on you and crouches in wait, and it happens so suddenly (I think) that it causes my ears to perk up in alert.
It is Calm.
The wind dies away, the leaves cease their rattle, even the squirrel stops to pray. It is as though the soul and space of the place dilates and enlarges. Like all of Creation breaths a sigh in unison and beckons anyone with ears to hear to stand in holy attention and sigh Creation’s sigh. A sigh of longing. A sigh of rest. A sigh of contentment. Then the exhale begins and the water starts lapping the shore again and the leaves flitter and glut and the squirrel continues its quest to invade my trail mix. /// It is time to go. The camp is packed. I am sitting around the fire grate trying to soak it in some more.
One more breath. One more vista.
Come on, childishness. Come on, adventure. We must go home now.