I love my hills, they take me on walks, not just hikes.
I love breathing in the sent of bay leaves on one side of the ridge,
capturing the bay view on the other. My feet moving me toe to heel,
heel to toe, healing. My ears and my feet connecting on the gravely
or the dusty trail, on the uphill. Listening. My shoulder blades,
and collarbone, freeing up my neck and head to be present.
A gift. I have the place to myself, purposefully walking.
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