Blundering

into beauty another jogged by.  I know. 

I saw her, plugged into an iPod, race past a Northern Watersnake without so much as a pause.
Not me.

When she ran across the metal bridge, I doubt that she saw the Blue Corporal flailing to free itself from the spider web. 
Not me.  I snapped a picture and then set it free.

When she rounded the bend just beyond, where passion flowers will bloom and blackberries will plump, I doubt that she noticed the new Lancet Clubtail perched atop a wild rose blossom.

Not me.

We both blundered this morning -- she past ordinary miracles for the sake of physical exercise, I into ordinary miracles for the sake of spiritual exercise.