I’m on the trail this morning. It’s been a few days. There aren’t many changes. The morning is foggy and chilly, but not really cold. This trail is mostly paved and about half of it is lit by parking lot and walkway lights. The dense fog makes everything look mysterious and a little spooky.
I get to the last bench along the trail, not quite halfway. Daybreak? Sort of. The sky is beginning to lighten, and faint silhouettes begin to be visible as shapes in the fog. I set down the hot coffee I’ve been walking with, switching hands now and then for warmth. I write a few words.
It feels good to be on the trail, even as chilly as it is. I also really appreciate that I’ve finally (re)developed local options for comfortably working from an alternate location, without a long drive. I sip my coffee and let the cup warm my hands again. I listen to the quiet.
I breathe, exhale, and relax. My breath forms a cloud that mingles with the fog.
My Traveling Partner pings me details to do with a work project he is in the middle of. I reflexively look at his messages, although ideally I’d be here, in this place, enjoying a moment of solitude, focused and present in the moment. It is habit after almost two years of trying to maintain constant awareness that he may need me at any moment. I’m finding it a difficult habit to correct. Life is like that, though; we walk our path, overcoming obstacles, and learning new ways. Those ways don’t always prove useful indefinitely. Detours. Bumps and potholes and a variety of potential pitfalls. We take the journey a step at a time, seeking the best path forward and balancing the awareness of the path immediately ahead, while also giving the destination attention. Losing sight of one could result in injury, losing sight of the other could result getting lost.
…Funny what a good metaphor for living life walking this trail can be…
I sigh as I get to my feet. It’s time to finish my walk and start my day. I finish my coffee before it goes cold, and then begin again.
Evening Light 