It was another golden day yesterday. My walk was a happy one along a familiar trail, near a sparkling pond. There was room to breathe, room to think, or not, but mostly there was room to rejoice in the beauty of the day.
I stopped for a think along the trail as I usually do, and enjoyed watching the small birds as they stitched their way through the clear blue skies. A junco landed near me on a tall seedy weed, soft gray and pale-as-a-wisp-of-woodsmoke gray, making me smile with its bright-eyed antics. The sun was warm on my shoulders, and I couldn’t help but think of John Denver. Here’s hoping you feel the sun warm upon your shoulders today, too.