I have come to the conclusion that life is like walking down a trail. I love walking in the woods hearing life crunch beneath my every step as I move forward. It reminds me how fragile life is, how temporary, how recycled! Then there is the freshness of smells. One can actually smell the life in trees, bushes and the ground itself. Stop close your eyes and just breath it all in and it will heighten your senses.
Then there are the inclines. Some are slight and barely noticeable. Some are straighter, sharper to the crest. Some are straight then curve or turn as we meander in the cool of shade up to the crest. Some are straight but walking in mud. We hold on to objects for stability so not to slide backwards. Times we humbly fall to our knees in the mire. Some are sand dunes where our steps are angled as we make our way in heavy steps to the crest in the heat. We no sooner relish the fact that we are seasoned hikers when we stumble over a bared root or the ground shifts and slides beneath our feet1
Then we have these same trails in various climates, times of days and of course seasons. There are times we are alone. Times with friends and loved ones. Some times we walk in a crowd of people and notice nothing but the steps we take.
I think my journey here will be my walks in the country.
