My morning walks

One thing about walking in St Anns to Belmont and back is the scenic beauty of it all. I get the opportunity to literally find space between me and my thoughts. The parrots above my head flying low are a delight. Yesterday as we were walking out of the apartment I stopped and looked down to find a delicate pink flower wobbling around. I pointed it out to my daughter. An industrious ant was carrying it along the asphalt pathway. What a way to start the morning. It is the little things that feed the soul.