Anticipation builds as you climb the hill and near the crest or travel the road that comes to a bend. You could come this way a dozen times and you never lose the sense of magic at what lies around the corner or over the hill. It is as ingrained in our spirit as the breath of life itself. We are meant to explore, discover and ponder this Universe we were given. We are all adventurers, though some of us have fallen asleep in the field. Comfy we’ve become that we are more like a cat in a sunny window, even when the sun has diminished and the earth has grown cold.
Wake up, wake up, you sleepy head! Do not linger in this spot for too long. There is more of Magellan in your belly than the sitting hen, you oft convince yourself you’ve become. Listen closely. Do you not hear it? The trail calls just over the hill. Just over the hill and around the next bend.
8 thoughts on “Over the Hill”
Thank you, my friend. The trail has that affect on me.
Yes, yes. You said it, my friend.
Well, I have to say LaVagabonde that your image of the balloon floating in a starry sky is the quintessential adventurers logo!
over the hill
Hahaha… Don’t you know it!
Very beautiful images, as always!
Thank you, my friend. Means a lot.