A Day for a Hike
Today was a day for a hike. Not a long hike, but a good hike. Something to stretch our legs, waggle our joints, turn our heads and ultimately tucker those treading paws out.
We walked until we needed to run, jump, and straddle the incline where water once shed down, running it’s own true course down, down, down until it nestles in the lagoon below, or what’s left of it. So we run in the sun, our bodies flowing up and down, treading lightly on a near noontime desert.
It doesn’t take long to pant with wetness falling from the brow and long, lingering tongue. Slide. Drip. Drop. Slide. Nothing cool, only heat from within and out. We go on. We continue to climb and drop in a fluid movement, attempting to be consistent, though challenging with shackles for two.
In time, we circle back. Someone does not wish to continue, down another hot shrub path with creepy crawly neighbors slithering out to enjoy the heat. We return, happy, hot, hungry, and content. It was a good day for a hike.
