“Me thinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.” ~Henry David Thoreau
One evening last week, I caught the most gorgeous sunset while driving. When I was finally able to pull over to take a picture, it couldn’t be seen. The next night I made it my goal to get a shot of the sunset. Well. it still didn’t work out perfectly, but I did manage to get some lovely sky photos.
As always, if the car keys are not in my hand, there is no way I can escape the house without Wylie. I decided to walk up to the point (island-creeks surround the land from all but one side) where we live. It was time for sunset, but it wasn’t particularly colorful as I could not actually see the sun. I’m not sure if it was behind the clouds or just not visible from where I was. At any rate, watching the clouds move over the calm waters was relaxing, a perfect way to unwind from the day. An evening walk is wonderful for both Wylie and me as we are stuck at home during the day. It’s not that we want to get away from each other, but we need to get outside. We want to breath the air, feel the wind, touch the grass, smell the flowers…bask in whatever bit of nature we can find in the city.
This was the only intruder of our quiet time. I suppose we were actually the intruders. He allowed us to approach and then flew to the water. We watched him wade the water and peck at the sand. Wylie really wanted to play with him, but I don’t think he was enthused with the idea.
We (me, Wylie was oblivious) admired the reflections of the trees and clouds on the water. No one was out and about on their boats, docks, or even in their yards. We seemed to be the only ones out. The solitude calmed my soul. Wylie is a fairly good walking companion…as long as she is not excited by squirrels, cats, other dogs, or people. This was one of the few walks without distractions…just the two of us and all that surrounded. The tiny ripples of the water’s current run right through me. Occasionally I feel a cool mist as the breeze sends it across my face. As far away as the clouds are, they still ground me to this earth. I might seem insignificant is this large chaotic world, yet I feel connected.
A vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world. ~Paul Dudley White