There’s a Beauty in Winter
Jim Johnson jamesj0922.com
Our Daily Walk:
From the bedroom, Vito gives a single, just-loud-enough bark—our cue that it’s time for our walk. Every morning, it’s a quiet ritual. With winter having laid the trees bare, hidden nests emerged, showing a quiet beauty. We paused at the driveway; Vito sat while I took three deep breaths. At the park’s end, I listened—birds, more vibrant than at the start. On the pond, some migratory ducks are paying us a brief visit during their migration, and George and Gracie, our herons, prepared for spring. At that final stop, I stood in the moment, grateful. Our first victory each day: our walk.
