"The sun has come out momma!"
"It's sunny today!"
"I want to feel the breeze on my face!"
I listen to her yearning and get an afternoon walk underway. Of course it takes us just as long to get out the door as it does for us to go walk but it's worth it. She can't forget her bag of small rocks that were collected on the previous walk, the are plans for them.
She sings a little song down our street, "Going for a walk. Going for a walk. Going for a walk." I deeply love that she sings about the simple things happening, like a personal musical.
There is a routine to our route:
Balance along the small wall.
Stop at the corner house to pilfer a couple pebbles from their drive.
Serve ice cream from what once was a bus stop shelter. Adding sprinkles is new since her experiencing a trendy soft serve place last week.
Stop where the creek goes under the road and throw previously collected rocks and pilfered pebbles. Her throwing distance keeps improving.
Hold hands across the street to the old baseball field to run, run, run. This is the real reason I love walks, to tire her out!
I look up and admire the view. A little fall color is visible from the non-evergreen trees. The mountain range, still recovering from the forest fire last year but impresses me with its size all the same.
We head home and do the same routine in reverse. Well worth the effort.
