I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future — the timelessness of the rocks and the hills — all the people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
~ Andrew Wyeth
Join me on my morning walk. I know it may be afternoon, evening, or even night where you are now, but we’ll pretend it’s just after the break of day. We will walk out into the stillness of the early morning, just after the sun peeks over the neighbor’s house across the street. Shadows appear on the pine trees as we slowly make our way down the sledding hill towards the pond. The hill itself is shadowed as well, but the sun has lit up the pond and the trees and the meadows surrounding it. It’s a glorious day.
Or jog, or run, or skate, or bike, or whatever it is you decided to do. This is the week for the group walk. Pick any day from the 8th (today) through the 14th (Sunday), get out there, do something, and then blog about it. Paint a picture of your walk/ride with images or words or however you want to do it. Come back and leave a link in the comments on this post, (which happens to be this very post), and I’ll include you in a wrap up of all the walks next week.
Yesterday evening, after dinner, we had a little excitement across the street from us. Horses, a hot air balloon that appeared to be stuck in the trees… it was not at all a typical scene in our neighborhood. We do see horses, and hot air balloons. It’s just that we don’t usually see them at the same time, in the neighbor’s yard.
The goldfinches were dancing around me on my walk this morning, posing for pictures and then taking off before I could get a decent shot. They piloted me through the white pines and into the meadows where they’re collecting thistle down to line their nests. I love watching them in flight, the way they seem to bounce up and down, coast, up and down, coast, calling out to each other as they make their way around the trees and meadows.
Two days after The Color Run, and I’m still washing off color. That’s because I made sure I got well and truly colored. The color I’m dealing with today is all over the stuff I unpacked this morning, things I wore and/or had with me while walking The Color Run. There is so much color to deal with because I figured I might as well go all-in. You don’t have to. If you prefer not to get too much color, stick to the middle. You’ll probably get some color, but not a lot unless the volunteers spreading the colorful cheer are very vigorous and enthusiastic in their duties.
The Color Run was a blast. It was so much fun I’d love to do it again someday, hopefully with one of my grandchildren. Oh heck, I’d like the whole family to come along! And all of my friends! If you ever get the opportunity to participate in one, do it. Don’t think twice about it. Just do it. You don’t have to be a runner. Many of the people participating were not running at all. Some were walking. A few were skipping or dancing occasionally (especially at or near the finish line). More than a few were rolling on the ground, but that was just at the color stations. I’m pretty sure they didn’t roll the entire 5k.