I set out for a walk through my neighborhood this evening unsure if I was going to walk to the lake or through the park. I found myself meandering down the hill into the park. It was quiet. The sun was just starting to set and the evening breeze rustled through the canopies of the tall oaks and maples. A slight stillness hung in the air as if time stopped and I was all alone in the park.
Moments like these make me look around and wonder what it was like there in that same spot 200 years ago.
I strolled on down through the marina past the boats and a handful of fisherman young and old hoping to catch one last fish before the darkness settled.
I love where I live. The river, lake and my favorite metropark in the whole world are all in my backyard. How lucky am I?!
As I walked back home I noticed the moon dangling above white and pink clouds that were hanging stretched out over the Hilliard bridge surrounded by lush green trees. The sun was working its magic casting the perfect glow.
Now, as the cooler night breeze whispers through my windows and the birds are all tucked in their nests, I too must go to sleep.
“Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow