There is something about following a path in the woods that a pavement trail just can’t match. You look down at your pristine trainers and think it makes sense to stick to the pavement. But the woods are calling — the road less traveled. And, suddenly, it feels like an adventure instead of a health commitment.
Up, up, up, stepping over knotted tree roots. The path is narrow on the ridge separating the creek bed and the roadway. Birdsong. Chipmunks startle and scurry.
Back to your childhood, when you lay in the grass watching the leaves dance and sparkle in the late afternoon sunshine. Mindfulness.
You reach the end of the path and watch as the creek water splashes over the rocks. Doves coo and robins sing.
Time to head back. One last glance up into the blue sky; not just blue, cerulean…
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