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.
A willet dashes across the path, followed quickly by a momma willet and babies. There are rabbits. They sit a path’s edge and disappear into the thick brush as I approach, white tails flashing me.
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.
I look forward to exploring and sharing the wonders that wait.
Green Thought: There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story. – Linda Hogan