Beauty
I forced myself to walk up to the lake today. I don't do that often because I have to walk up a busy street 1/2 mile to get to the lake, but it forces me to walk for a full 30 minutes, and it's beautiful once I get up there.
Saw: a pair of shnauzers with an owner who smiled (we had shnauzers growing up)
a lone juvenile duck ducking down for a treat and popping up 5 feet away
bare trees revealing squirrel and abandoned birds' nests
trees half cloaked in scarlet
trees still hanging on to their greenery
sparkles on the lake
clear blue October sky
Felt: chill on my face and hands
chill reaching through the loose weave of my sweater
tight legs and sore feet admonishing me to do this more often
neck loosening up on the way home
the ease of the downhill walk on the way home
the floaty feeling of walking slowly and easily once inside
Heard: my feet on the chip rock path
the plup of a trout surfacing for a bite
other walkers, runners, dogs on the path
Smelled: the intoxicating aroma of wet brown leaves in the shade of scrub oak near the lake
deep breathing the chill of the 40 degree air
Saw: a pair of shnauzers with an owner who smiled (we had shnauzers growing up)
a lone juvenile duck ducking down for a treat and popping up 5 feet away
bare trees revealing squirrel and abandoned birds' nests
trees half cloaked in scarlet
trees still hanging on to their greenery
sparkles on the lake
clear blue October sky
Felt: chill on my face and hands
chill reaching through the loose weave of my sweater
tight legs and sore feet admonishing me to do this more often
neck loosening up on the way home
the ease of the downhill walk on the way home
the floaty feeling of walking slowly and easily once inside
Heard: my feet on the chip rock path
the plup of a trout surfacing for a bite
other walkers, runners, dogs on the path
Smelled: the intoxicating aroma of wet brown leaves in the shade of scrub oak near the lake
deep breathing the chill of the 40 degree air