Hidden Beauty

It is 2:02 am. I have a LAFM test in 12 hours.
No, i have not begun studying.
Yes, tomorrow I will be indeed cranky!

I should have been in bed 3 hours ago, but life has its way of making me stay up late.
Oh wait, thats theory.

Well, i shaved my chin.
All that is left are my chops and stache.
Happy Mustache-Mutton Chop March, everyone!
I do feel as though it makes me feel more masculine.
I need all the help i can get in that category.

On to the most important thing:
I saw Hedwig.

As I walked toward the cathedral at 11 in the cold dark night by myself, I heard a screech. At first, I assumed a squealing car heading down 412 to Bell. Most likely Zack Jones.
The sound echoed again, and I realized it was something different. An odd sound indeed. As I began to grumble over what it may be, the most beautiful snowy white owl flies from behind the Cathedral as it soars past the Art building over the Quad.

Wow.
What a sight.

I immediately was struck with a thought. It's so easy to miss what's important in life when we are surrounded by things that distract us. Had i not paused to discover what the awkward screech was, I would have never seen the beauty.
(PS- I have never seen an owl in my life before.)
I realized that I was looking for it. Even though I didn't know what, I knew something was there.
As it soared through the night air, i saw the contrast of its glowing white figure painted against the black canvas of night.
It stuck out. It was like a beacon was lit, and was impossible to miss. Had i taken one step further, I would have missed it.

It's so easy to keep going from one thing to the next, locked on from task to task with tunnel vision; that sometimes we miss the obvious, in its beautiful clarity, to continue on with our day.
Stop.
Step back.
See what the Lord is doing.

Who knows?
Maybe you'll see an owl too.
:)

(I apologize for the way i ended that post. It was a one liner baptist cliche, and i blame my father.)