“Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry,” John Denver
In my case, Red Buds made me cry.
Saturday’s light rain with sun rays cutting though the gray created beautiful, muted light. Driving north on I-65 I was do overcome with the beauty of the diffused light showcasing the pink hue of the Red Bud trees against the bright green of the new growth of the surrounding trees. I was in a high speed tunnel surrounded by the muted brightness of new, of spring. I teared up taking in the glorious scene. My internal jukebox started playing “Sunshine on My Shoulders.” It was a perfect moment.
Stopping on the interstate to snap a photo was not an option, but no lenses could have exactly captured the delicacy and layering of color that I was witnessing. There was no way to capture the feeling of what I was experiencing. It was a moment of awe.