I can't imagine anything more wonderful than a walk through the woods, up in the mountains, on a beautiful spring day.
A well worn path calls my name.
Soft light filters through the trees. A rustic bench provides a quiet place to rest. To listen as the birds call to their mates. Spring has arrived in the mountains and nature is awakening.
Prehistoric rock formations hover over my head as if defying gravity. The elements have carved lines on their faces, speaking of wind, rain, and snow.
As I step out from under the trees there is a silence so profound I can almost imagine I have been left alone in the world.
The path winds far below me, and I know that it is for another day. For now, I know I am on the path that is right for me.