I love the sound of gravel shifting beneath my step,
and the squish of the earth that sinks with my shoe.
I love the cool whoosh of air that sweeps my face in the valley,
and the warmth when the forest softly nudges me out.
I delight in the play of an abandoned acorn
that begs me to kick it along the path.
I smile at the sound of children’s happy shouts from my memory
at the base of the sledding hill.
I savor the consoling pass of water on its way to the sea,
with graceful turns and tranquil pools where it rests.
I am captivated by the freedom of the meadow that rolls
at the crest of a long ascent.
I am grateful for the grasp of the old stand of trees
that help me to the lookout bench.
Maybe the next time you won’t require as many breaths of me
as I venture your boundary.
NaPoWriMo Day 13 Take A Walk