It’s spring time, and the weather is great, it’s practically the only time you can go outside, because it gets so hot and humid. Even if there is a slight breeze, it’s still hot, as it brushes up your neck…people out here call it "devils breath".
The best time for a nice walk is around dawn.
As we walked along there was a sense of great quietness, you could almost hear the sound of the earth, right under our feet.
It felt as though everything was enveloping onto, and into itself. As we continued, not disturbing the things of the earth around us, the bushes, the trees, and the birds, suddenly round a bend there were two small birds playing with each other in their own way. All of a sudden one bird took off in one direction, and leaving other bird flapping its wings.
As I looked up, the path climbed high over the hills. I could hear a stream gently murmuring down the side of the path; there was an infinite dignity and beauty that no man could achieve. All sorts of creatures had identified themselves along side the stream. They were home.