It's hot here, like really, really hot. By 9 am it's 80 degrees with intense humidity, but I'm not letting that stop me. I sweat, I push, I challenge myself, and for 50 minutes my mind wanders to happy places while my muscles burn and my skin glistens.
I see so many different bodies, all so beautiful in their many permutations: heaving, wet, muscled, soft, jiggling. I'm reminded that my body is wonderful and lovely and that I'm lucky to have this life and this shell.
Hollis is with me in his (I originally typed "my") fancy-schmancy stroller (I highly recommend it for anyone with back pain and a city/country-mouse personality like mine) and I am well-equipped with snacks, tractor-books, lots of water, and bread for the critters we visit along the way.
I feel as though I could do anything just by completing this one physical act each morning. I miss it on the weekends when I let life get in the way; I fall asleep exhausted looking forward to it in the morning; I want to at once share it with others and keep it private, for my heart alone.
This new ritual is rejuvenating me. I can feel it in my soul. I'm falling back in love with Austin and its sultry, liquid summer. I can't look away from the beauty that is this town: skyscrapers nestled among green, rolling hills and a languid, lazy river. It breaks my heart it's so many parts of new and old all tangled together.
Thank you, Austin... you're saving me. Not only are you reminding me why I'm here, but you're making me feel good about it. One sky full of cotton-ball clouds, one canopy of luscious green trees bending over me, and one young, hungry swan-family at a time.
Looking east from the ped-bridge.
Crossing Barton Creek which feeds into the Colorado River.
The sidelong, surreptitious stroller glance all toddlers seem to have down pat.
Herd of turtles.