Most mornings I make it my aim to walk 2-3 miles. Typically I bring my IPOD and hand weights, and saunter along to various Christian or Classical music.
In recent days, especially with the bluing of skies & warming of temps, I have found myself ruminating among the memories of youth. I still don't quite understand how freshly cut grass or petunias provide passage for such a journey, but they do. And the idyllic, albeit eclectic collection runs the gamut.
Not far from my childhood home rose a gnarled & stately Cedar tree. It had experienced more than its share of damage from storms & broken boughs. Somehow it managed to remain lush & aloft, even thriving. The crooks & hollows it harbored within made for hiding places in both low & lofty heights. And on many a summer's day you could find my childhood buddy, Shirley & me roosted there. From the pinnacles of our perch we'd survey our domain - today queens, tomorrow pirates. I wonder if our laughter & girlish dreams remain within the bough's folds?.
Another favorite sunshine pass time was to head to the corner grocery, purchase a small bag of penny candy, & a bottle of Royal Crown (R.C.) Cola - not because we liked it so much, but because it was larger than every other soda beverage at that time. We'd then make our (again, Shirley & me) way to any grassy knoll where we'd wile away our time, sipping soda & scanning the skies. Questions of great import would arise; and then we'd set about answering them. Questions like: Where do the clouds go when they leave our sight? Or, If you could have ANYTHING from the Avon collection, what would you choose?
I haven't seen Shirley in many years, but I think of her & those days affectionately - especially when the temps rise and a whiff of Cedar makes its way to me. I know she would have liked my IPOD.
I thank God, literally & often, for the days of my youth.