Today's morning walk took me to the ol' abandoned railroad tracks by the woods.
The air was sweet with summer, the sky wide and blue with a soft dapple of clouds (and well, a 747 jet flying close overhead but we won't dwell on that). The gravel path is weedy, with some pretty white and yellow wildflowers sprouting here and there.
Plant life creeps through the weathered wood railroad ties and a little snake slithers under the steel rails. It is a testament to the power of nature; at some point everything returns to the earth. And in a way, that is very reassuring.