Light lingers into evening now,
losing the battle to warm the air
but making an after-work walk possible.
An hour to stretch my legs and settle my mind.
My country road
winds between cow pastures
and farms outlined by black board fences.
Woods one one side slope down to a river
that rushes in opposite direction of our brisk-paced walk.
Big sky above.
Blue-hued mountains to the west.
Sometimes a fox or deer rustles in the brush
or a snake slithers across the road.
A car passes, stirring up dust from
the gravel and dirt beneath its tires and our feet.
The hour passes.
Cold air kisses our warm cheeks.
Muscles and mind tended to
in this grateful, country road hour.