Springtime in Northern Nevada, I feel a trail beckoning my restless soul. Spring has sprung, or so I thought, with snow on the peaks.
I want to day hike and infuse my spirit with natures surroundings for my eyes close and thoughts to heal.
I want to hear my hiking boots striking the ground in coordinated motion with my hiking poles.
My weighted daypack bouncing from side to side as I listen to the silence of the trail.
The simplicity of walking listening to footsteps, with occasional winds blowing through bare limbs above.
I occasionally stop along the trail, my spirit soaking up the silence, calming my soul, easing my mind to recognize the beauty within and surrounding me.