This picture puts me into the middle of this day. The warmth of the late afternoon sun, the way the clouds moved slowly across the landscape just like our progress. It had been a long day of hiking. Muscles sore. It was also the end of the trail for me. I look back at this picture not with sadness but with expectation of another day. It won’t ever be the same but it will be special.
What makes your days special?
Another post on embodied cognition. The smell of the willows in a warm afternoon sun while we were moving through this landscape is so strong in my memory. This particular day was the end of a weeklong hike with my son. He continued on for several more weeks. But we both were chatting recently about how this particular day felt and how visually appealing it was. A near perfect “special” day.