Smell the Roses

On my walk today, I traversed the routes that I follow when I walk to class, except I did so just as the sun was setting. The campus had a completely different atmosphere—I normally walk this route at around noon, when the paths are filled with people in constant motion and chatter; however, at dusk, it was barren and peaceful. Personally, I love visiting completely empty areas that are usually chaotic and harboring large masses of people. I equate it to sitting alone in a giant auditorium, or swimming in the ocean at night. I was distinctly reminded of this tonight when I took my walk—I was one of only a few individuals, and I thoroughly enjoyed the stark contrast in commotion. It was as if the world were settling down, and hinting at me to do the same. I felt the sense that I was, to be cliché, stopping to smell the roses.

                This change in perspective was refreshing. The empty space and the quiet atmosphere enhanced the beauty of the campus, and caused me to take notice of things I typically let slip—the slight breeze, the wonderful architecture of the buildings, the elongated shadows, the rustle of the sage-like trees in the Quad. At first, I perhaps would have called these differences “changes,” but it occurred to me that the scenery is constant—rather, it is its occupation and my willingness to observe that catalyzed the alterations. Of course, the aspects such as lighting and time of day inevitably create a unique viewpoint, but it was ultimately a change in me, an enhancement in my perspective, that opened my eyes to what I had been too distracted to see before.

                I believe this speaks volumes as to our society today. I often feel that the pace of our society distracts me from the enchanting and captivating qualities that make our world so beautiful. With this in mind, this walk definitely inspired me to take time out of every day to savor the little things.