A quick walk today, in the early morning chill. I had only a few minutes between the rising sun and the call of work, so I stopped at a small neighborhood playground nearby. There are no official walking trails, but there’s a sloping field of huge old trees that are beautiful to wander through and alive with the morning songs of the birds.
The watercolor skies brush through the treetops, as I crunch over scattered leaves and knobby hills, infused with the strength to start my day.
Rambling ... 