It’s that time of the year again.
It’s that time when the forest is barely light when I leave the cabin for my morning walk with Dog. By the time we return the sun is almost but not quite above the horizon. I love walking while the day slowly awakens and I can watch it happen.
This time does not last long. Within another month I will need a headlamp to begin my morning walks and within two months, I will probably need the headlamp during the entire walk. But for a short while I get to see both the end of the night and beginning of the day, and these few weeks are one of my favorite times of the year. I start my walk under cover of night’s silence and end it with wood thrush and pewees singing their morning chorus.
These past few, cooler days have made my morning walks enjoyable again, and I find I am noticing more than during the hottest days. Perhaps there is more to notice, as the animals and birds seemed nearly as debilitated by the heat as I was. Perhaps I just need a minimum level of physical comfort to be able to notice what is always there. Whatever the reason, my morning walks are a blessing that last the whole day.