The snow clinging to branches along Main Street were an irresistible invitation. Coffee ready. Layers and boots on. I prepare myself for the wind tunnel that usually greets my face only to find the crisp air practically still. I walk. My feet know the route, they happily lead me to Scalloptown Park. Looking down the hill, snow covered branches arch gracefully over the road. I listen. I love the sound of snow crunching beneath my feet, of the small birds who seem to be living their best life in the brush lining the road.
I pause. Some of the big swans are close to shore. Why am I so fascinated by them? Watching them push through the icy trails in the water, I wonder why in the world they stay here.
I notice. So many small things catch my eye and I’m struck by the delight I find in contrast, in texture, in light, in shadow. I walk this road, this path almost daily and I’m grateful that I still notice.
I smile. A blank canvas of snow beckons and I place my feet very deliberately, leaving snow-doodles for others to find.
I stand still. I don’t even know how many minutes pass and, while I can’t recall any significant thoughts or heart-stirrings, I feel incredibly content.
I walk more. I linger longer. I leave another snow-doodle…
My three mile loop usually takes about 45-60 minutes. I was gone over two hours, but walked a little shy of two miles. Steps weren’t really the point.
