Today’s trail. In the morning, usual way to the lab has shown an unusual combination of colors. The bright yellow speed caution board in the foreground on a background of a grayish cloudy sky. The chimney usually smokes in the morning but today it was sleeping I guess.
After completion of a routine day we headed towards Hitchcock Nature Center, our nearest and easy way out to collect our scattered mind.
We took our usual trail to the west end of the nature center. It gives us the majestic sunset at the end of the trail every time. Today the trail was not crowded, only a family for photo-shooting during the upward trail and a father-kid camping duo during the way back said “hi” to us.
End of the winter, the forest is flooded with green foliages and full of birds. We do not know the name of the birds but that did not hinder us to be a part of the grand ceremony of ending of a day.
With every shades of green, serenity of sunset colors, whistle of a passing train on a single track, choir of birds and whispering wind in the years old oaks. I touched the leaves and the trunks of them during my way back and took the feeling of the rough surface with me. Every time I touch the rough trunk of an aged tree, I feel a touch of someone, I can depend on. Like the elderly person of the family, like a loving, wise grandpa.
We were returning with the last ray of the day, with bunch of busy butterflies and the velvety bees. A hummingbird also said good night to us from a bunch of yellow grass flowers. They may have a specific name but I do not bother to know the names of plants and the animals always. The “yellow grass flowers” is enough to memorize their beauty under a green canopy and a serene ray of sun.
A small beagle kissed me today during the returning trail. He was going with his human friends for a walk towards the same trail. After a long three months time this was the first touch of a dog for me due to Covid-19. This is another friendly touch that I never miss to realize.
We started towards Hitchcock with a dumbed mood. The jungle filled us with part of her green, part of her silence, part of her sunlight and part of her chorus of natural sounds.
We returned with the flood of nature within us. A place who never refuses us.
https://youtu.be/d2mBQkod4as
After completion of a routine day we headed towards Hitchcock Nature Center, our nearest and easy way out to collect our scattered mind.
We took our usual trail to the west end of the nature center. It gives us the majestic sunset at the end of the trail every time. Today the trail was not crowded, only a family for photo-shooting during the upward trail and a father-kid camping duo during the way back said “hi” to us.
End of the winter, the forest is flooded with green foliages and full of birds. We do not know the name of the birds but that did not hinder us to be a part of the grand ceremony of ending of a day.
With every shades of green, serenity of sunset colors, whistle of a passing train on a single track, choir of birds and whispering wind in the years old oaks. I touched the leaves and the trunks of them during my way back and took the feeling of the rough surface with me. Every time I touch the rough trunk of an aged tree, I feel a touch of someone, I can depend on. Like the elderly person of the family, like a loving, wise grandpa.
We were returning with the last ray of the day, with bunch of busy butterflies and the velvety bees. A hummingbird also said good night to us from a bunch of yellow grass flowers. They may have a specific name but I do not bother to know the names of plants and the animals always. The “yellow grass flowers” is enough to memorize their beauty under a green canopy and a serene ray of sun.
A small beagle kissed me today during the returning trail. He was going with his human friends for a walk towards the same trail. After a long three months time this was the first touch of a dog for me due to Covid-19. This is another friendly touch that I never miss to realize.
We started towards Hitchcock with a dumbed mood. The jungle filled us with part of her green, part of her silence, part of her sunlight and part of her chorus of natural sounds.
We returned with the flood of nature within us. A place who never refuses us.
https://youtu.be/d2mBQkod4as
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