On a day not too long ago I felt restless and needed a hike. Upon dragging the family out to a spot unknown to me and well known to the husband, my heart began to lift and my spirits began to ease.
The weather was a perfect 77 degrees with the most gentle and refreshing breeze. A warm sun to melt any ice that may have previously been embedded into the crevices of my heart. As I walked along the narrow path that winded gently through the foothills my eyes were turned upward in a moment of gratitude and appreciation for such a beautiful gift. The foothills could not be more alive and perfectly beautiful than they were at that moment as I walked by. It was if the foothills had just woken up from winter to say "Hello, Am I not just the most beautiful country you have ever seen?"
Wild flowers had bloomed in abundance and danced to the gentle tune that the wind played. In the distance I could hear the sound of birds playing in the tree tops and the giggles and sequels of children being chased by their father, distant sounds because my wild heart could not be tamed that day and I felt the need to run on.
Ah yes, the flowers. The colors that spread like a blanket over the usually dusty desert hills were all fresh and wet as if the artist had just completed his masterpiece and had not fully dried yet. Flowers of white, purple, yellow and a unique treat I had never before seen, a sweet pink flower resembling the kind you buy at the florist shop. The sage was in full bloom and smelled of a freshness that only an allergy suffer would not notice. Thanks to Zyrtec I was such a person who might enjoy a day like this.
The hike offered such a variety of natural pleasures to enjoy. Red winged black birds and the sounds of birds I could not identify. Sunshine was offered while walking through sand and sage. Tall shade trees that offered a refreshing break from the hot sun grew in abundance around the bank of a gentle stream. Plant life foreign to my uneducated mind of biology was alive in every imaginable way throughout the foothills. My mind may not know the names of the plants or birds but to my soul they were all close friends. Friends I was sad to say good bye to when the hike had ended.
