I was gifted a walk under this sky. By the time my day comes around, I am a bit spent on cake and festivities. A simple quiet walk was just perfect. I listened to the sound of running water, obscured from view by the frozen blanket of winter, which has not yet yielded to the thaw, not completely anyhow. I remembered when I was rejoicing in the sound of snow falling from trees, as I waited. Now we are complete, and I move on down my path, as mother of three boys, unsure where that will lead, glad that as I grow older, I don’t feel like I need to be in front of my path anymore. It’s getting easier to walk slowly, not looking too hard, maybe catching a view of where the trees part a bit, or sometimes just looking right where I am standing, and that being enough.