When I go on my photo walks, I sometimes miss the best photos because I’m simply sitting and watching, feeling, breathing in the incredible beauty that surrounds me.
For most of these trips, I am alone… and I don’t just mean that I don’t bring one of my peeps or a friend with me, but the trail, the beach, the boardwalk through marshes and Florida swamps are eerily devoid of other humans.
The shoreline and trees are teeming with birds, or dragonflies fill the air, or grasshoppers and lizards bound along the trail with me. But no people.
It’s quiet, yet the music of nature fills my ears and my soul. I’ve lost count of how many time I was moved to tears or my breath caught in my throat.
I stop myself from glancing around to see if anyone else witnessed what I saw, or heard, or felt… then I smile because it was a gift given only to me.
“I lived in solitude in the country and noticed how the monotony of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.” ~ Albert Einstein
This week’s word is:
Using “quiet” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow wordsters.