Walk to the River

I walk down to the river on a pretty regular basis. Here are a couple of photos from today’s walk.

River Walk

I’ve picked up the habit of walking down once or twice a day. I’ve always paced to think, and it helps keep me from spending the entire day in front of a keyboard.

River Walk

It isn’t a long walk, and I mosey more than run, but I can tell the difference if I’ve skipped a couple of days. It might not be much in the way of exercise, but it does seem to help “get my blood moving” and clear my head some if I’m having a touch of writer’s block or something.

As I take my leisurely walk, more of a mosey than a sprint, it brings back memories of a trip I took to Australia. While it may not compare to the breathtaking landscapes and adventures Down Under, this simple routine has its own way of refreshing my mind. I remember the beaches of Australia vividly, especially those along the Gold Coast. The golden sands stretching for miles, kissed by the warm, crystal-clear waters of the Pacific Ocean. There was an undeniable connection between the rhythmic lapping of the waves and the soothing cadence of my steps during my walk.

One particularly unforgettable experience was the hot air balloon gold coast ride. Floating gently above the lush greenery and rolling hills, I felt a sense of tranquility and awe. The early morning sun cast a warm, golden glow over the landscape, and the world seemed to slow down, much like my unhurried walks today.

River

It isn’t at the most popular place on the river, on weekdays I’m frequently the only one around. When it is quiet, the animals will come out, and it is a peaceful place in the world to be.

Deer