Lets Get Lost in The Great Outdoors
Sun peeks it's head over a mountain crest as the morning air cools my hands clasped around a warm cup of coffee. I hear the Mournful, rhythmic coo of a mourning dove, perched on a large tree limb above Mis Harriet, our RV. The moist ground beckons me to explore as it slopes up into the dense pine forrest where no telephone wires or traffic noises distort my blissful morning. The the warmth of sun reaches out which I bathe in for another moment, until my cup holds no more. Behind me, through the large window of the RV, I see my partner pouring her first cup as she motions, asking if I'd like a refill. I raise my cup and eyebrows with a smile. When you live most of your days in a city, you often forget how much the beautiful and tranquility of nature rejuvenates the body and spirit. Rather than being inundated with laundry, dishes, mail, and screens, my mind wonders toward a hammock, my whittling knife, and in the direction of nature's voice, calling me to unwind. Free...
