Hello, I hope your are doing well with your new routines. A Morning Walk This morning the birds were singing. It was a lovely 52 degrees when I stepped out for my walk, my face-mask tucked into my pants pocket, my binoculars tucked under my arm. The trail that runs past our neighborhood is a state park and therefore is closed. I have read it is scheduled to re-open on May 15th. Breaking the rules, I walked down the trail because I had seen a nest of large white fluffy birds there the other day and I wanted to get a closer look with the binoculars. I was alone on the trail and as I approached the lakes that boarder both sides of the trail in this area I was awed once more by the beauty. A light swirling mist was rising up from the waters. I suddenly missed George deeply. I talked to him and told him so. I also told him I was often glad he was gone. At the same time I was appreciating the beauty I began to cry. I told George I know how much he would also enjoy this
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.