J and I went for what was to be a nice, rigorous hike up to and around this reservoir nearby. It’s a lovely hike amongst oak trees and wildflowers, and since it is in the 60s here and sunny, we couldn’t help but get out and revel in it.
I was admittedly surprised by how much easier I had to take it. Part of this is because our walking ritual slowed down significantly with last months rains, but I know part of it has to do with the greater blood volume my heart is working to pump. It was surprising, but it didn’t stop me. It just meant a few more breaks to admire the lupine and the shooting stars that are dotting the grassy hills or sitting on a log to watch the ducks flying over the lake. It was a beautiful day for a walk.
When we were nearly finished with the hike and coming down from the reservoir, a small periwinkle-colored butterfly started to follow us and dance around and between our legs. It followed us for half a mile as we dodged mud puddles.
When we arrived home, a card came in the mail from my grandparents. One of their notes read, “Now life begins.”
Yes. Yes it does.