|Sent on:||Monday, December 16, 2013 7:37 AM|
Sunday morning, in December, in Florida. In the forest. In the refreshing woods. With two other hikers who thought as I did - this was right where we wanted to be. It was THE place to be. From talk of Stevie Nix to Santana to the Clearwater Jazz Festival to driving with the top down in a convertible and singing along with Credence Clearwater Revival. This was THE place to be.
The day was overcast: temperature 62 at beginning and 66 at the end. And in the middle, a mile or so with a slight rain, but we were mostly sheltered by the forest canopy. Still it was refreshing and THE place to be.
Walking up some hills and down. Walking on trail that you could not see as it was just a carpet of brown pine needles, beneath tall pine trees. There was a section where we watched our step as lime stone rocks were strewn around. It was THE place to be.
It was comfortable throughout the day with conversations of past, present and future: conversation as comfortable as being a kid and eating corn on the cob and watermelon on a hot July day. It was THE place to be.
That's where we were on this Sunday morning, in December, in Florida, in the forest, in the refreshing woods, with others who thought as I did. It indeed was THE place to be.
And we are Linda, Dave, Gordy