I walked to work this morning. The walk soothed the stirring shadows inside. The air was moist and cool but heavy. Twas like wearing a bracelet of air with tiny droplets of water... The temperature in the 60's.I must remark this is unusual weather for this moutaineous region but very much valued.

I relished looking up at the bright blue sky through the skeletal boughs of the hardwood trees lining the quiet streets. My feet crunched the loose black gravel strewn last week by the cinder truck. I slowly walked through the Presbyterian Cemetery and passed by the black weathered lichen covered tombstones lined in rows. My eye roamed over the quiet cemetery wondering at the solitude and longevity in death as I passed by.

Mmmmm, my tummy still ached from my early morning situps as I made my way to work.... The ache felt good, I enjoyed the hurt, a reminder I was alive. I felt beauty, around and reached up with my eyes to caress that which I saw.

Walking cleared my mind, ground me and put me in good spirits. I enjoy cool, moist walks on crisp winter mornings!

Humming,