comfort in unexpected places

I went for a walk/run this afternoon. It was good for me to get out. To taste scorched grass and wild herbs and the charcoal of other people's Sunday barbecues on the wind. To feel hot sun and cool shadows on my Northern-girl skin. To see homes being built and cars going by and birds in flight. To hear my own pulse pounding in my ears, stubborn, insistent: there is more, there is more, there is more...

There is more to life than what you have seen so far.