There was something different about my walk yesterday morning. It felt magical, like I was in a Disney movie... everything washed in a golden light. No humidity. No bugs. Just perfect. Dreamlike.
Maybe that's it... maybe I was still caught in a dream, still a step behind from a late night writing. If so, it's just more reason to stay up late. It was glorious...
Max was already limping, I was running late, and I remembered having a hard time getting the dogs away from the carcass of a deer or whatever it was we discovered down at the bend in the road the day before. It was too far gone to determine the species exactly - but pretty sure... hoping... it wasn't human. Vultures were standing guard, watching us from the tops of the nearby telephone poles. Creepy.
So yesterday we veered off the road toward the creek... and discovered a wonderland, this sea of wild grasses. The dogs became black smudges forging a trail, and I waded in after them, thigh high... in some spots, waist high.
Ticks. Snakes. They both crossed my mind, but I brushed the thoughts aside and just stepped carefully, making my way to the pond, its surface a perfect mirror to the trees, bushes, and brush surrounding it. The dogs went for a dip, then sniffed and explored nearby while I snapped photos and gazed, mesmerized, at the sea surrounding me, amazed at the simple beauty of a field of grass.
In wilderness people can find...an experience of the eternal mystery...a sense of the sacredness of all creation. ~ Sigurd Olson
