One of my favorite places to hike is the woods and creek by my house. I live in the middle of the city, but it never seems like it once I hit the path. All I do is walk out my driveway, turn right, walk to the end of the street and I am instantly transported to some other place. It's peaceful and quiet - sort of magical too if I'm quiet. Does anyone else wander along rivers and creeks and try to feel the people who walked the same paths ages ago? Who were these people? What were they doing? Did they find peace here as well?
It's only been a week or so since my last walk, but I'm pretty sure it didn't look like this the last time I was here. How does this happen so quickly?
Am I complaining? Not in the least. How could I when I'm confronted with such beauty. Fall is my favorite season. It's full of rich scents and colors and I feel so cozy each time I slip that first sweater of the season over my head. And my boots - I miss my hiking boots all summer long.
Welcome back my pretty.
