Day in the park
Tuesday, July 29th, 2008Yes, it was beautiful. Spectacular, really. Beth and I had stopped at a roadside park to have a look. It was mountainous country and the park was basically a lookout, with a sidewalk and a stone fence serving as a railing. It was sunny and there was just a little bit of mist, some of it below us. The whole valley was a checkerboard of farms, wooded areas and a couple of church steeples indicating towns hidden among the trees. It was morning– about 9AM–and we had the park to ourselves.
There was a paved path going in one direction, following the ledge, and we decided to follow it and see where it went. Well, I always like any kind of exploring, and Beth went along with it. After about 75 feet, it led to another lookout point, complete with paved area and stone fence. We could barely see the other area and couldn’t see our car any more. The place remained deserted and very quiet–we would hear a car long before it reached the parking lot.
I commented to Beth how great it was. She agreed, but I knew she wasn’t as intrigued by the opportunity to look at a whole valley from above as I was. She mentioned how deserted the place was. I was still looking out over the valley and she came up behind me. She hugged me around the middle of my body, pressing her body against mine. I was standing about a foot from the railing, leaning on it just a little with my hands. She just stood there, hugging me. I felt the side of her head against my back.