I went for a walk after walking T to school this morning. It was crisp and quiet. As I walked along listening to the silence I realized that I was looking forward and upward. I have spent so long looking at the ground I forget about the breathtaking beauty. I met the guy up top on his walk. The rest spoke to me.
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Interesting you wrote about looking at the ground. I have a post about that myself. It’s wonderful to lift your head and enjoy what’s around you!
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It was beautiful. I plan to do it again tomorrow. Maybe go in a different direction.
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