I have been chided - with affection - about how I walk with my head down a lot. My morning walks for years have been spent in prayer and thought and just absorption of the morning. I tend to focus on the path in front of me - partly to avoid falling over some unseen obstacle just waiting to reach up and trip me. The Husband walks with his head on a swivel. Every little noise that he hears draws his eyes. And yes, he notices things that I don't.
The other morning he found a dime. This morning it was a penny. Then 15 steps ahead: a quarter. I think it's too funny that the one who rarely watches the pavement in front of him has found three coins in less than a week. While I, who mostly watches the pavement found nothing. We had to wonder if the loser-of-the-coins had a pocket with holes that was dropping the coins along the way.
All of our local walks have gorgeous views. And pretty much all of them have views that have obstructions that make taking pictures of those views problematic. It seems there's always a house, or a sign or wires in the way. This one I took this morning has been cropped and re-cropped, trying to catch the magnificence of Little Cottonwood Canyon in the morning's storm without any of the obstructions. We loved being out in the barely-there drizzle. The air was just the right amount of cool, my head and feet were dry and there were few people brave enough to venture out. One of my favorite walks so far.
We've completed a small home improvement project, run errands, have soup in the crockpot and are ready for some quiet time here at home. I'm a bit dejected that I have no more physical books to read. But my Kindle / Nook is charged and ready for me to find something engrossing to sink into. I'm so grateful today for the rain, we so, so, so need it.
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