An Early Evening Romance With Mother Nature

Hi

This evening, I went walking at dusk, rather
than late at night. For one thing, it was overcast,
so I realized I wouldn't have the full benefit of
the moon, if I waited to go walking later in the
evening.

It was delightful. Mother Nature was at her
best, romancing me as I walked contentedly
along the road. Life seemed so simple and
pleasant. Indeed, it was as if I were walking
an old country road in the 1890s or in about
that period.

For the first time in months, I felt like Walt
Whitman, or Ralph Emerson, or some other
follower of the transcendentalist philosophy.
At one point, I was treated to a symphony of
sound, as the forest burst forth with birds of
various song, and frogs peeped joyously at
my passing through their sanctuary.

You might laugh at what I'm about to say, but
having passed through that place, I turned and
went back again, passing through there four
times before continuing on my way.

Later, lightning flashed to the west, thunder
rumbled, and a light sprinkling of rain overtook
me. I didn't care. I just kept walking through it
all.

I think that when I go to bed tonight, I shall lie
there for a spell, and mentally walk through that
sanctuary one more time.

All the best!
Laurie