I'm looking out the window and the snow is falling as I side with my empty mug of coffee besides me. In late February its easy to get tired of the winter greys and leafless trees. the stillness becomes a little tedious in its stillness, and I'm just so ready for sun and blossoms, I get a little antsy. the snow rarely sticks and I am just left with a muddy line of shoes outside our front door and a longing for the sounds and sights of green, fragrant, sunny spring.
I had one of those intense-antsy-can't-get-comfortable-in-my-skin days. Jake loos at me and says "what do you need? Do you want to take a walk?" he knows that most yucky things and feelings can get better for me with a simple walk, that I need the quiet of the gentlest music on my headphones, fresh air and mindless wandering wherever my legs take me, sometimes I take a camera to help be refocus and look for the beauty and blessings around me. he may have noticed that I did this before I did. I have always waked, when I was a kid I loved walking to my babysitting jobs, or to run errands for my mum, or even just walk to dog. I simply never realized the effect walking had on me until Jake said something. When life gets overwhelming, I take a walk.
this particular day I was a bit grumpy, and blue, so I took my camera with me, the weather was grey and gloomy and as I walked the haze became beautiful, and the mist seemed like magic, and my heart was lighter.