I noticed this truck up ahead this morning and couldn’t resist trying to get a shot. I would have followed it everywhere. I was simultaneously attracted to it and repulsed by the idea.
Turned out (based on my knowledge of truck plaques) to be carrying gasoline which was disappointing and a little funny.
People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child—our own eyes. All is a miracle.
