Keeping my February goal of "going on more walks" has not been hard at all. I am lucky enough to live in a town full of creeks with secret paths* that do a lot to make walks my favorite part of the day.
I woke up this morning and discovered that it had rained hard during the night. More raindrops threatened to fall, so after a cup of coffee (and a quick episode of The Vampire Diaries just to find out if Damon and Elena kissed again) I put on my stretch pants, converse sneakers, and rain gear jacket (that I bought before going to Wales in 2003 and then never actually wore because I realized that the brochure lied and Welsh people are actually quite fashionable people, especially in a university setting) and hopped out the door before the weather decided I shouldn't.
The air deliciously chilled air woke all the happy things inside me. Like daffodils bobbing, partying like headbangers in the winds of a storm that would flatten them. Yellow laughing at the grey, living in joy despite the world around them.
Every happy cell inside me was awake, they let all the sad cells sleep, and I dreamed of all the places I could go and all the useful things I could do for the world in the future.
I winded my way to a Starbucks and rested with a drink. It was too warm and stuffy inside, so I was the only person sitting in the nippy outdoor seating area. With an iced drink (and awesome sparkly fingernails) nonetheless.
Chilly air, walk enduced endorphines, and daydreams about the future.
This is what happy looks like.
*The existence of the paths and the creeks are not at all secret. The real secret is the awesome experience of walking them.
