Yesterday it was 65 degrees outside. Meltings happened. Mist arose.
Since Mom died I have taken only a few walks. It felt so good to be outside in the fresh air, in nature. I heard the sound of gunshots. Someone got a gun for Christmas. I saw Chickadees hopping among the shrubs.
The river was full and rushing. The ice on the pond was partly melted. I returned home feeling relaxed and invigorated. I must get back to a daily walk, for my mental health and something else too. Hard to describe it, but the forward motion of my body, my legs taking me up hill and down, fills me with the feeling that life is starting up again, that I am and can accomplish something though what I don't know. Movement. It feels so great.