Turkeys

I drive by a vineyard with the sun rising through the grapevines, with its ray sparkling off the brand new $2 million homes on the right. The houses don't catch my attention as much as the wild turkeys. I often see them on top of the hill, in no particular hurry, strutting carefree, probably looking for leftover grapes filled with sweet nectar.
I am overcome with peace while I sit at an intersection, waiting for the right turn arrow to turn green. I don't know if others see them since their movements are subtle and they blend in almost perfectly.
Many things are beautiful. I take that back. EVERYTHING is beautiful. We just have to look a little closer.