First day exploring the Nassau Peninsular, I am like a kid on Christmas Day. I can’t wait to round each curve to see what lies beyond. It is rough and rustic and wild. Crammed together–nothing manicured here, and I can’t get enough of it. I forget how much I love the randomness of nature. Cactus, next to pyracantha, next to firewheel. There is a path and a few benches here and there. The trail ends in a big circle with a bench for resting/viewing.
I think I must have died and gone to yellow-crowned night heron heaven. Really. They are everywhere–on the path, in the trees, in the grass. No less than six dot the grassy area circling the big circle.
Nearby, boats and jet skis power pass, reminding me that I am not that far removed from urban life, but I don’t care. For a few precious minutes, I am away from it all, and rooted in the beauty of nature and now.