There is such freedom in turning down a road just to see where it may take you.
Stop and sit on a rock, watching clouds roll by.
Stop and sit on a rock, watching clouds roll by.
A sign shows me the edible vs. the poisonous plants in the area.
I study it for a long time, then venture along the trail for a meal.
Berries explode with flavor on my tongue.
Bare feet splash glacial water onto my warm skin.
A lone, puffy cloud appears from nowhere in the blue sky
taking various shapes of beauty.
I love turning down a road to the unknown adventure that lays in wait, like when we were young.
