There is a moment on each hike when I suddenly stop, caught up in the life around me. Sometimes my hands fly out, a signal to my companions to stop, to be still, to let me be. I stand still, taking in the filtered light, the smell of pine, the exchanged whisper between wind and leaves. I am grateful for the mindfulness, the active meditation of hiking Colorado trails. This is where I find and feel home.

*Joining in with others this November, using the Write Alm prompts found here- http://writealm.com/november-prompt-a-day/36 degrees

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