Surprise encounters with deer, turkey, bison and horses.

Smells of pine, pollen and manure.

The startle of finding clean-picked bones in the brush.

Sounds of birdcall, a few passing cars, fewer planes overhead.

The invigorating feel of the breeze, scattered raindrops, warm sunbeams.

The stimulation and inspiration of wisdom pouring through my earbuds.

The warmth of my blood coursing through muscle, the reverberating force of foot on pavement.

Writing on an old stone wall while neighbors pass by.

Taking the time to slow down,

and live.

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