Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Umstead Walk



The cool water splashes below me in the creek as I walk the trail through the stiltgrass meadow. The trees rise tall in the warm humid air, their green canopy keeping the worst of the hot sun away. I listen to the cicadas loudly buzzing their late summer throbbing song above me and watch the first few leaves drift down, thankful for the way it all fills my soul this morning. A tiny chorus frog hops across my path and I continue on my way.

(Waxing poetic at Umstead State Park this morning.)

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