I love taking morning walks. It's become my weekend routine. The dew is still dripping, the frost masked by the shade still crunches underneath your feet, and you actually see a little baby inchworm making it's journey across the road. It's a sort of bliss noticing everything around you.
This post is going to be short because i'm just about to walk into bliss...
The sky is blue, the grass is still wet, the leaves are a warm honey, and maple syrup red, the birds are singing sweet melodies, and i am wrapping my fuzzy scarf around my neck.
Going on a walk is a very capturing experience for all of your senses.
Here's a little enlightening poetry for you:
"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
as I have seen in one autumnal face"
John Donne
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