The temperature had dropped 40 degrees from the day before and it had been raining during the morning hours. By noon the rain was temporarily suspended. I decided to take short walk up the canyon where, twenty five years ago, I used to run several times a week during my lunch hour. The air was brisk and clean, the leaves beginning to exchange their greenery for a variety of vivid colors.
It was a joy to breathe and to see and to sense. I kept walking. Delicious memories of running through those same places years ago came rushing back. I kept walking. There was something that kept pulling me north. Just a little farther, a little farther.
Finally I had to turn around, the bungee cord of responsibility would only stretch so far! Still, the sense of exhilaration lingers -
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Some day in the future you can keep walking...as long as you end up home.
ReplyDeleteIt would be interesting if we could all visually see those bungee cords of responsibility and see whose were longest and whose were shortest. That would be a good laugh. I'm glad you had such a nice walk, and glad that you didn't pull a Rip Van Winkle on us. Smiles.
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