25th
Walking all day…
I’d been walking all day, barefoot I might add, through this field that seems endless. Up one hill and down another, through a thicket and past a small grove of some of the tallest trees I have ever seen. They have thick, gnarly trunks with a good bit of white in their barks and thick bushels of healthy green leaves stretching out in all directions.
My feet are aching at this point and more than a little bruised and scraped from walking all morning. All of the sudden, however I came upon a small stream cutting between two hills, no more than a few feet wide. It seems as perfect a place as any to stop, rest and get a much needed drink of water.
There’s been few clouds to provide shade from the sun and although it still seems like spring, it’s warm enough to have made me take off my shirt a short while ago.
The stream’s water was very clear, like spring water and cool to the touch. After taking a few healthy swallows, I wash my face and hands and splash some over my back and then sit down to rest.
