“Noticing” would be a good year word, and is much like “look,” which was one of my previous year words. It’s something of which I have tried to be completely conscious. Not always successful, but I hit it at least once a day. This morning I was walking home from Mass, early, early. It’s the one I call the “crack-of-dawn” Mass at 6:45.
When I strike out, it is dark. When I return home it is light. This is what I noticed this morning:
It was the sunlight beams arriving at the tops of the trees, giving them a golden glow. It was remarkable.
And so I am remarking.