Since I can no longer run, I try to walk most days, a brisk walk to get the blood moving. It’s not hard. We live in a most lovely place, ever-changing and always a delight to behold.
Our favorite headland on three different evenings, and some of the steps to get there and back.
Foggy, misty and damp. We’ve sailed the waters down there many times, on the Salish Sea. It’s delightful to have a different perspective.
Up the hill to the headland in a different neighborhood, we can see that sky and that water. And Wintergreen berries!
I love the changing clouds on a grey day. Evening is falling, and that mist is obscuring the trees.
Another evening walk.
This was such a magnificent sky after a long sleepless night and an entire day spent with a headache. I could have stayed home and sat in the chair, feeling miserable and tired. This was my reward for shaking it off and getting out into the air and the color and the day. Worth every step, yes? Oh, yes.