It was 65° when I left school this afternoon. I did a quick rundown in my head of what I had to do today before saying, “Forget it!”
Forty five minutes later I had made it home, changed, and picked up the dogs. By 2:45pm this was my view:
It was quiet, except for the sounds of birds chirping and leaves crunching underfoot. Every so often, my feet would squelch in the mud. The dogs sniffed everything, running from one side of the path to the other, sometimes avoiding the mud and sometimes playing it it. The sky was blue, the path was golden, the breeze was warm: it was the perfect spring day.
I know. It’s technically not spring for another week. But today was the first warm day of the year and it’s easy to see that spring is on it’s way. We got back into our warm weather routine, hiking 4.1 miles on the trails in our local park. It was just what I needed during a stressful week.
An hour and a half in the woods. The perfect medicine. An antidote to stress. And a habit that I’m glad to start up again.