A Sunday Stroll

Yesterday morning I got up early to go for a walk. I love to observe the quiet of the day. It is during these moments of silence that I begin to really hear. I find answers to the turmoil, hope in the broken places and most of all my heart just opens wide. I could hear the ice cracking on the lake, the crunch of snow underfoot, crows calling to one another, busy chipmunks chirping as the stream was breaking free. Take a moment, and come enjoy a stroll with me.