Yesterday, I was so blessed to find a new vista that I had not seen before at a nature center that I have been to probably hundreds of times before. It was walking down a road that I had never walked down before. And I came to this boat ramp and here was the vista. The lake was nearly perfectly still, there were birds flying and landing all around, and the temperature was perfect. Only thing missing was a blue sky but I’ll take it. As I walked down the path toward this, I was listening to The Writers’ Almanac podcast and this was the poem that ended it...