Yesterday morning I pulled back the curtains in the study, and out of the corner of my eye, saw what I thought was a cat crossing the lawn.  It stopped right outside the french windows, sniffing at the flower bed. But it wasn't a cat. It was a fox. Young, healthy, bushy tailed.  How I wish I had grabbed my camera to get a picture, but instead I tapped on the window, it saw me, and headed back across the lawn and into the next garden.  Opportunity missed.  
Next time, I'll be ready with my camera!  But how often do we miss opportunities that are there waiting for us? Are our eyes wide open, waiting for the moment and grabbing it?  Or are we too slow, missing what could be a defining moment?  I've always thought that we should keep pushing on doors and going through them, grabbing every chance we get, to see where life takes us.  If we don't push on the doors, they won't open in front of us.  Keep pushing until a door refuses to open!
Me? I'm ready for Mr Fox when he next appears. Watch out for more than a watercolour.....