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The other day was a pretty ho-hum day. I was at work and it was the usual work day, nothing to complain or exclaim about. The sun was bright and the skies blue, it was hot hot hot, but that is normal for mid-summer in the land of Dixie. Just the usual nothing special day.
I took a few minutes from work to go to the Piggly Wiggly that is in the shopping center next to us. It is a small center with only about a dozen shops, most locally owned. Between the parking area and the sidewalk there are small squares of grass and flowers, pretty.
As I was walking along feeling sorta blah, I looked down and between two grassy spots there was the tiniest chameleon skittering about. He (I have no idea if he was a he or she but I just can’t call the creature it, it just seems wrong) had to be a baby because he was so very little. He would run one way then another and in circles on the sidewalk. When he got to the grass he leaped up in the air and dived into the blades. It must have seemed like a great green jungle to him.
I watched for a while as he explored his world looking like he was having the best time just being a chameleon in the jungle of grass and flowers.
Made me think; how much do I miss when I let the day be ho-hum and blah and not even see the wonder of the world around me? I mean really, if a little critter can enjoy and appreciate the world he knows, it seems I am meant to do the same.
Today, I am thankful for the lesson learned from a bitty baby chameleon living life to the max.