evening walk.

Tonight after my daughters went to bed, I went for a luxuriously long and glorious walk with a friend. I was warm, and the grass in the hills was so high... everything is alive now- (but the frogs on Broadview were silent when we walked past them...? Don't know a lot about the lives of frogs, really- but I was kind of looking forward to hearing them. Oh well. ) The mosquitoes couldn't very well keep up with us, because we were really walking- it felt so good. I am so truly grateful that I can walk. In a free and beautiful place. With a good, dear friend. Knowing, as I move my body at will through the town and countryside, that my family are all well and safe and happy. Feeling safe and not cold! Just right. As we walked the sun set and as we were coming home, we seemed to leave the open field's coolness behind, and come into a warm pocket of air in our community. It was magical. Then we enjoyed some well steeped rooibos... Mmm. Life is mine, and it is good. Jack planted out our little tomatoes and ran the dog out in the hills with his bike, while I was gone; how rich am I? I feel understood, cared for, and supported by dear loved ones. I am happy - how else could I be?

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