I spent some time walking this weekend. I forget how much I enjoy walking... with or without a purpose. I drank lemonade, I watched the sky change all sorts of colors that pretty much took my breath away, and I spent some time just sitting on a boulder (where I counted 11 lizards) and tried to figure out why I feel so unlike myself lately. Any way, I think that this simple image captures a lot of what I wrote about on the pages of my journal.
