I learned a new word this week:
1. to spend the summer, at a specific place or in a certain activity
2. to spend a hot, dry season in an inactive, dormant state, as certain reptiles, snails, insects and small mammals
That's exactly how I've spent the last few weeks of this dry, hot summer . . . estivating! I slowed down and stayed indoors longing for cooler weather.
Finally the temperatures are starting to drop a little. The arrival of cooler mornings has me returning to my morning walks which are the most peaceful part of my day. That's the time I tune out the worries of life and simple enjoy the quiet.
I breathe deep, relax, hum a little, sing a little, and smile a lot. I even stop and do a little jig now and then.
As I walk down the country road I hear the cadence of my footsteps, the squirrels scampering through the trees, the birds singing their morning songs, and the leaves dancing across the pavement.
I watch the weeds sway in the wind.
I feel the sun on my shoulders . . .
and see it bring light to the dark forest.
What, may I ask, could be any better than this?
There's only one other place I find such peace and that's near water, but since on most mornings that's not an option, I treasure my peaceful morning walks along a country road.