I just finished a two mile afternoon walk and I’m sitting on the bank of the little body of water that runs behind my apartment complex.
It’s right now that I remember just exactly why exercise outside is so good for me, physically, mentally and spiritually. There’s nothing on earth that makes me feel more centered.
Even just this sitting on the bank has been extremely relaxing… Until I text a picture of a hole I found ( I was avoiding sitting near it because I thought I remembered tarantulas living in holes) to my dad only to have him just text me back and say that it was more likely a snake hole. Needless to say I’ll be on my way now…