Couldn't post yesterday, could barely even think--ate something that disagreed with me completely. So hard to do for kids as they needed (husband is away on a trip), but I got it done in the end.
This prompt, I find, is stopping me in my tracks. Not an easy one, and it seems too much like cheating to pick something that happened just recently . . . but this just isn't how my mind generally works.
I will do something from a couple of months ago. On a weekday morning after getting the kids to school (two different places), I went to the trails in the canyon down the street from us, but I went in from the Floral Park side rather than the side closer to us. Much to my surprise (we've lived here over ten years now), I found extensive trails that I'd never known were there. On my way in, I met one man coming out with his dog, but once inside the trees all was stillness and solitude. There was no wind, no rustling--just a sense of waiting. The sun was not yet high enough in the sky to have made it down into the canyon even though it was about 8:30 a.m., so there were not even any shadows yet, and while it wasn't dark, there was not yet Light.
As I briskly walked down the trails I passed cool grey ponds filled with nibbly little minnows, and I saw plenty of flowers waiting the sun. At one point I came to a large rock, and I squeezed by until I could see that I could go no further. The water rushed down a waterfall, the peace was nearly overwhelming.
