All the usual excuses…blah, blah, blah, boo. It’s not that I didn’t write any posts in December, I don’t think I went on any walks either. Maybe a few. Can’t remember. Too many butter tarts.
Anyway, onward and upward, with some additional downward. About half my usual walk – an hour through Westbrook and then south and east where I emerged out of the powerline. Even mid-afternoon, the sun is setting. Long shadows, golden light, blue sky. I can tell my stamina is down. I was tired after an hour, and that’s unusual. Unusual for me generally, but not surprising at the end of a month of sloth and inactivity.
Seems the ravine carried on without me. Still beautiful. Still bird-filled. Still beckoning.