There was an owl one day. Perched on the flat rock, by the stream, right near where the horizontal path cuts between the two main ascents,
(..or descent, one can do a nice loop, or even a figure of eight by cutting across here.)
Nevertheless, there the owl sat.
I knew why... it's a beautiful spot,
...with a little touch of that magical energy.
So I walked on my way, continuing up,
Alternating walking forwards, and up, backwards,
Working different muscle groups in turn.
I'll just do a loop today ..
5-min freewrite inspired by C/Freewriters daily writing challenge prompt: wise old owl
Image: edited royalty-free vector graphic by Silke Schäfer from Pixabay
