This afternoon I went for a walk...by myself...on Bountiful Blvd. Dangerous times, I know. As I started out I realized this might be the first activity I've done by myself in a while. Immediately I went into Jason Bourne mode where everyone is a potential threat; each person was quickly assessed as to how I'd take them down.
Fortunately, the walk was uneventful as far as violence goes.
I did stop to watch a gaggle of wild turkeys. Are they a gaggle or a flock? Are geese the only ones that gaggle?
Don't you love the way snow looks after it's been there a while. It turns into crystal or glass. I loved that a slight breeze would send a light dusting of these ice crystals across my cheeks as I passed under evergreen trees.
I breathed deeply as I walked. I noticed I have been cooped up in the house or office way too much. I LOVE fresh air. It was so crisp (32 degrees) and clean. I felt as if I would start to lift off the ground if I took a huge gulp. I would take walks during work with my bestie Chelsea at our job years ago and when we'd come back she'd always say we smelled like "outside", sort of metallic.
Today, it smelled like blue. Bright, clean, fresh blue.
This is whatever mountain across the Great Salt Lake. Such a clear day.I almost didn't want to go home, except my chin had frozen and was numb.
2 comments:
Great pictures. I literally laughed out loud and shared with Ryan when you remembered that I said we smelled like 'outside' because I STILL say that all the time. One of the less pleasant smells in my spectrum of scents.
But there have been lovely days like you described even here in the midwest. And I smelled spring and not metallic.
So, point being -
well, there wasn't one.
I enjoyed the memory.
i love days like that . . .
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