On my way home for lunch today, I made a detour. Having been in this city only a year, there are still places to explore, new routes to work to discover and hidden gems to stumble across. Instead of heading directly home I decided to investigate a park several people had mentioned. I followed the signs past my turnoff out into the countryside. Soon a green sign appeared marking the turnoff. As I drove in, it looked as though I was driving into a cow pasture. It certainly didn't look interesting, just barren. As I went a little further I noticed the road dipped down and continued out of sight. Feeling brave and up for and adventure, I continued driving. Suddenly instead of flat prairie I was in the hills of the coulees winding my way down to who knows where. The sun cast shadows on the frozen brown banks which stretched high up to the sky. Remnants of snow on the road made paying attention essential. Further and further down I drove not quite sure what was waiting for me at the end of the road. As suddenly as the coulee hills had sprung up, they disappeared and I found myself in a small turnaround at the edge of the river. It took my breath away. Pieces of ice, like large sparkly diamonds floated slowly downstream on top of the deep blue water. No rushing, just lazily moving all together towards some unknown destination. The ice was not alone, but was accompanied by hundreds of Canada geese who were letting the current take them to wherever the ice was going. Some elected to sit on the shore and watch, others joined their companions in the flotilla. I was struck by the beauty and the serenity of it all. All were content and peaceful. As I sat and soaked in the scene before me, the peace and contentment enveloped me as well.
After time, I turned the car around and began the trip back up to lunch and daily work renewed in spirit for what lay ahead.
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