Joy Peeking In?

I went for a walk last night. Surprising given that I haven't walked a mile since I got home. Look at the tally: September 275, October 0.

It was beautiful: The sunset in the west with the evening light and mountain's silhouette and reflection on the lake. The "last light" brightly illuminating the snow capped peaks of the eastern range while showing off the pinkness of the lower rises.

The chill in the air, the crunch of the leaves, the reminder of the joy I felt (when my feet stopped hurting) of the walking motion in Spain.

It was nice to feel whole again for a couple of miles at least. Ten breaths in ten I'd say.