Typically, the pinnacle of my day is a very small thing. Like putting my toes in the grass for the first time since autumn.
I nearly missed the park, and when I saw it, I took the last turn into the parking lot. It was a one-way in the wrong direction, but the park was nearly abandoned and no one honked or even noticed. The breeze blew chilled across the icy lake, but the sun was warm between dark blue clouds. Ducks’ wings whistled overhead, and something splashed in the open water along the shore.
Drawn to connect, I smiled an impish grin. I looked left, right, then back, before I slipped off my first leather shoe. The other shoe and both socks followed. In seconds I was barefoot in the park; skin to skin with Mother Earth. The ground was cold and the moisture seeped up to make mud on my heels. But it felt real, like putting my face against the rain, or catching snowflakes on my tongue.
It wasn’t too long before I was back in traffic headed home to make dinner.
But I was reminded that sometimes it’s the last turn in the wrong direction that brings us down the right path.
Peace . . .
So beautifully written! I totally connected to your description and was there. Thank you beautiful Jean. ❤️
I saw it juxtaposed against your ocean shot. Water is just so beautiful even if it’s still and frozen.
Happy Spring. Finally.
Finally!
That made me feel good to read. I wasn’t even there and I feel more peaceful.
Wow! I’m so glad you shared that!
You are an EXCELLENT writer. I’m a bit behind but I will catch up shortly. BTW, I don’t say that lightly. A lot of us write, not very many are good at it in the way you are. You have a great potential here.
Thank you so much. I’m flattered!
Not trying to flatter, just tell the truth.
It’s so much better than the teasing I thought I was going to take for my funny-looking feet. 😉
We all have funny looking feet. 🙂
Feet ARE funny. 😀