On the road and through the canyon, blowing powerfully, the brisk wind numbs my face and hands. I try to get some feeling back into my fingers by rolling the sleeves of my sweatshirt over them; it does little to help ease the discomfort. I'm wishing I'd stayed in my sleeping bag a couple more hours.
'After all,' I think, 'it's not as if I have to be up and out the door by six.'
All the while, my dog is whimsically darting in and out of tall grass, running up and down the embankments that lead to the river almost without effort, and flouting an enraptured look on his face, as if to say: 'I've died and gone to heaven.'
'Well, at least one of us is happy,' I think as another gust from a passing semi blows off my hood.
About nine o'clock things begin to warm up and my attitude becomes more grateful.
Greetings Fellow Traveler,
ReplyDeleteIt is so good to see that you are on the road again and in the spirit of blessing others. May all who see and speak to you know The One who brings all good things to us. I'm also asking The One to protect and guide you in all your ways as you acknowledge Him. Please keep us informed of your discoveries so as to encourage us in being expectant in our journeys.