I left the house about ten after seven for a walk and it was crisp but warm enough to wear a tee shirt. The air was chilly on my bare arms but I knew by the time I got to the top of the hill I'd warm up nicely as long as I walked fast enough to work up a sweat. The field across from my house was draped with a morning mist - not enough to be called fog, but a really lovely sight that filled the air about two feet over the ground. I never walk across the field because its too wet in the morning but its pretty to look at from the sidewalk.
As expected I warmed up quickly and enjoyed the other bonus of a holiday Monday - less traffic. It was lighter and quieter than usual along my route and I appreciated the calm of the early morning. As I walked down Newtown Lane I could smell the donuts frying - which made me immediately hungry for one. There was music playing which intrigued me, and I soon discovered the source: there were painters already at work on one of the village banks. They probably had to get the work done today since it was a holiday and must have been there as soon as dawn broke. I enjoyed having the music to walk to as far as I could hear it.
I had to cut my walk shorter than normal because one of my feet began to protest and with the problems I've been having this past year I've learned not to fight it when that happens. As soon as I have discomfort of any kind I turn for home. There is too high a price to pay otherwise and I missed my morning walks for so many months while nursing them back to health over the summer. So back down the hill I went, enjoying this lovely morning all the way. I had no idea what the rest of the day would hold but it had started out perfectly - a new day, a new week, a new blessing. Life is just too good not to enjoy.
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