Every Living Smile
I want to share this photo with you.
It was a little over a month ago. I was halfway through my trip in Australia, still on the west coast, on a roadtrip with my twin.
We were in the Margaret River region, a place famous for its wineries and beaches, driving to a beach that we set our sights on. The road was windy, and we found ourselves snaking through endless fields of grape vines and overarching canopies of greens. Shadow and light dance in mid air like little nimble fairies, and the breeze was dry and warm. The windows were down and music filled the car, and there was hardly another soul in sight. We drove on, grinning at each other every once in a while as we rescued our attempts at lame jokes, and time just seemed to stretch on forever like a soft, chewy piece of hot caramel.
We made a left turn, and all of a sudden found ourselves amongst immense, huge trees. Hundreds, thousands of them.
We slowed down…almost unconsciously, and meandered through the soft hills and one lane road, utterly in awe by the beauty of it all. Every few moments or so one of us would utter somethng incoherently positive, and the other would agree. We passed another hill and a little car park area jumped into view, and we wordlessly pulled in. It was simply the thing to do.
And then…you had to be there. The trees shot up straight, must have been at least 50 feet high, I can’t tell. Leaves didn’t start until about 10 meters off the ground. The trunk didn’t look as huge as it was because each tree was so incredibly straight and tall, but up close, it probably would take 7 to 10 people holding hands to encircle one of them.
It was quiet. The birds and critters chirped, and large, colorful butterflies fluttered about. In the distance we saw a couple shadows hiking deep into the forest, but mostly people just passed by. No one else was around.
We ran amongst the trees, and exclaimed, sighed, and wondered aloud. Wow, look at that one! Gosh, how old do you think they are? We touched the bark, stroke the leaves, picked wild flowers, and acted like children. We were giddy with the immensity of it all. It felt natural to be little and carefree.
Finally, it was time to go. We took our obligatory photos, but the scale of it all was impossible to be captured. As we walked toward the car, something in the dust caught my eye. I picked it up, and took this photo.
I couldn’t quite place it, until I looked at the photo in detail as we drove away.
Can you spot it?
There is a living smile in every thing.