Just Because They Are...

From Mark at Enough About Me:

Walking home, this morning, the sun still barely making a purple glow on the horizon, I looked up into the branches of the oaks that line the streets here. They were black against the sky, and their shapes and the "white space" effect touched me, delighted me, somehow. I remembered, then, how such things delighted me as a child, not because of anything, just because they were.

Yes, where is the lost innocence that delights in things because they are? Read the rest of Mark's post.