Wednesday, August 2, 2017


For two weeks, a  lingering cold and and a colonoscopy, 
kept me off the hiking trail.
Tonight was a perfect night to step away from work and tread over dirt paths I travel frequently.
The earth grounds me, as does familiar terrain so
the combination soothed me like a warm homecoming.
The harsh August light ebbed slowly into evening.  
I watched the air over the Pacific get dense and gray,
while softer pinks radiated from the setting sun.  
These hikes are my meditation, the sands in my hourglass.
I can never take for granted their significance, these granules of time, foot contacting hiking trail, for the sum of these moments gives my life magnitude. 

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