The leaves plunged in summer yellow were paired with various hues of green, causing a distinct, but aesthetically pleasing portrait of nature’s simple sketches. The shadows of the leaves on the wall reflected the perfection of each leaf’s design, more or less in keeping with each other in a uniform array of yellow-greenery. The wind that gently blew over the heads of the stems proved the plant fickle, as it bounded upwards and downwards in an inconsistent fashion. The once red, now weathered pink, brick wall provided a soft backdrop for the plants. Solid green leaves marshaled themselves at the feet of the tall, standing plants, providing a miniature canopy for any insects or lizards desiring refuge from the summer sun.
The car gave a gentle lurch backwards, the gears shifted, and the low whine of the garage door was heard. Then, with a mechanical purr, the car surged forward smoothly, guided by the driver at the steering wheel. The red glare of the brake lights flashed as the car eased to a crawl before the speed bump, gently bouncing up on down on the white obstacle plastered on black asphalt. The car turned the corner and was gone. Day by day, this routine continues at 7:35 each morning.
That God designed the leaves goes without saying. The vivid hues of coloring reflect the life within that life-giving Spirit. However, for all things man-made, the colors are constrained to either violently dull tones or merely black and white. Something within the soul of man desires to tear the suit of routine apart; that the safety of what is known has now become too yawn-inducing for him, and in an attempt to create a new vivacity in living, he needs to turn elsewhere to restore the thrill of living. His mind roamed to sports, reading, and drugs as alternate routes to shaking up his current journey. Yet, it was inevitably the last one which had the greatest appeal. If only he realized that indulging in the wonder of God’s radiant creation would be enough to make a daily routine ever filled with new discoveries and appreciation, he would have avoided the self-destructive end to which he led himself. Imagination can here fill in the blanks with the life of secrecy and deception that followed.