This morning I went down to the park with my first cup of coffee and did some reading beside the pond. As usual, all was still and peaceful, the only sounds being the fish occasionally rising to the surface and snapping at a morsel of breakfast. Three middle-aged guys passed by, walking and talking and obviously enjoying themselves, and a few dog-walkers came quietly along. I read some spiritual passages and spent a few minutes just strolling along and thinking about what I had read. The park is filled with some of the oldest and most dignified trees I have ever seen, and I discovered a few especially beautiful ones that I hadn’t paid attention to before. (See pictures.) I felt fortunate to be starting my day among these stately and imposing creations of nature.
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