Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Sunday Hike

On Sunday I took myself for a hike. My significant other tends to be a night person and I am the early riser. I didn't plan on going on a hike, but suddenly my body was pulling me in that direction. I threw on some clothes, sent a text message to him, so that when he woke, he'd know where I was. Off to the hills I went.

I had my notebook in my backpack and on the way down the hill, nestled in the quiet, I began to scribble down what little bit would trickle out in that moment and with a few additions, here is my Sunday:

Today is a day of pictures and still images in motion because I have no words for the beauty that surrounds me, for this place I call home. Wildflowers fill in the green hills in patches of yellow, white, purple; and orange poppies dolloped along the sides of the earth carefully placed like sprinkles of deliciousness. I hear crickets, birds chirping, wheat grass swaying in the wind; I see a hawk flying, woodpeckers flirting; the soft scents of spring and the freshness of the day waken my being.

It's best when I'm alone; the passerby in conversation create a ripple in the stillness. Eventually, I speed up enough to slow down–to only hear my feet press against the earth below me–sometimes gravel; sometimes the soft puff of grass for long stretches, grass that has grown over because of the rain.

The crystal blue reservoir in the near distance refreshes my senses.


Optimistic Existentialist said...

This looks like such a serene area! I love hiking to the middle of nowhere and being alone with nature. It really is so peaceful isn't it?

Rebb said...

Yes, this is a pretty serene area. I can still see the city when I hike, but it adds to the beauty. Indeed...being in nature or just watching for the natural elements within our hectic environments is peaceful--being out in the middle of nature, that much more peaceful. : )