The word wonder as a verb or noun has a good feeling associated to it.
The adventure while taking walks in the fog brings to my mind smells of the earth. A wonder of this is one wonder I crave.
Walks down wild hills and up hills as a youth, pepper trees and mighty eucalypts trees embraced me as a wonder-joy of being alive.
A winter day with a cold face as a door opens to the heat of a fireplace. The smell of cooking and the wonder of a satisfying meal waiting for me.
I wonder upon the faces of my parents as they took care of me; a childlike wonder of trust and love given.
Holding baby kittens a few days old. The warmth, cuteness, and perfection of “Cat.” Countless days did I wonder and see a kitten, cat or tom give a perfect yoga bath to their body. A joy that fills many years of happy meditative wonder.
The wonder, the greatest, is the wonder of a stream or waterfall. This magic fills me with desires beyond the word… wonder.
In conclusion I hear the wonder of an Arthurian Knight (at least in my mind), Neil Diamond, singing a Beatles song!!
A great meditation on a word. Now I an thing wonderstruck, wonderland, wonderworker. A single word can lead so many places.