Everything fell together today. We had rain that froze in typical February fashion on everything. Surprisingly, it remained on the trees for more than a few days.
The morning sun was at the perfect angle. The trees looked as if they were covered in ice. The trail looked as if it was graced with hundreds of crystal chandeliers. Each little bud and branch a pendalogue.
I stopped, closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath in of the crisp air. For a change, it wasn’t cold enough to burn my lungs and nose -just refreshing. There was no one else on the path. Being alone with all my senses being engaged in such a pleasant way led to a very zen state.
I walked for quite awhile and took an insane number of pictures. After about 45 minutes I passed a runner. The only verbal interaction was a quick warning to her about the snow-covered ice ahead. I had somehow managed to see it and navigate around the edges. In minutes she was completely gone. back to the sound of birds communicating their secrets through the treetops and the tinkling of the ice-covered branches all around me as the breeze blew. I call it a breeze because it wasn’t bitter cold, it had a milder hint to it.
I headed back. I did not want to go back to reality, I wanted to stay here in this magical world. Sadly, I knew the path would become busier as the day went on, the sun would move up higher in the sky and the ice would begin to melt. I took several deep breaths closing my eyes and letting nature envelope me. I opened them again slowly and rounded the corner-I could see the parking lot, my journey for the day was over.