As we walk, there is a softness in the air.
While the passers by make their way home, busying themselves with daily routine, we wander by the river each afternoon, reconnecting with the earth and with each other.
Each day tells a different story, a new painting in the afternoon sky. Each day new buds begin to blossom, gardens come to life and springtime daffodils lift their heads to the last moments of sun.
The gums blaze burnt orange, the river runs with boundless beauty.
And I embrace it all, in every step. I breath in deeply, full of gratitude, for precious moments like these.