When I heard the forecast for 90 degree weather again, this third day of May, I decided as soon as my eyes were fully open to get up and walk. And once inertia was conquered, I was so delighted I did because the early morning walkers are different. Either they are dog walkers intent on getting it done so that work schedules can be met, or they are the disciplined walkers who know the early hours are best. When I stroll out mid-morning the people I meet are leisurely ambling.... all the time in the world! It is really astonishing the undercurrent of resolve I encounter early and the generosity of moments later. But it doesn't matter early or late, I embrace my fellow walkers as warriors against the march of age, disease, boredom.
Because who now could be bored with the throaty purple iris against the gray boulders?
