I enjoy walking at a leisurely pace. At the beginning of a day I often go for a walk to say hello to the morning and shake off whatever night still clings. Nature and I open our eyes together. I like to see what she sees. She sees the exploits of the night. She laughs and splashes her dew across the earth, and all bathe, flora and fauna alike. Sometimes I feel the rinse.
A hike is different. A hike is filled with some unexpected obstacles. Rough, patchy terrain can slow you down and make you wish for home. But no, once begun, you are in the game. What looks like hills from afar now look like mountains. A mile turns into three. You ran out of water and trail mix long ago and cotton fills your jaw. Sun is setting. It took longer than suspected. You wore the wrong shoes. You ache.
I still occasionally hike with someone for the thrill. Mostly I’d rather walk to be still. What about this thing called life?
Choosing the right guide
Life is more than a walkthrough
Geese know who leads home
Dversepoets.com Haibun time. 2-3 paragraphs of prose followed by a haiku. The word is hike. I think we all are on a hike whether we want it or not!