Walking Up the Hill

Walking up the hill, my Hokas gripped macadam with each heel plant and fall of the arch and lift of the toes. I smelled the rain, only moments spent. The air was pungent. I swung my white Walmart bag with rubbish from the last two days: an empty bottle of Cholula, a wadded plastic envelope from the online bookstore from which I order, some leftover bones from a broiled chicken.

Rounding the bend my eyes lifted upward to see.

When the storm clouds pass overhead they streak the skies in oranges, grays, blues, and hues unnameable but spectacular. My old iPhone does not give them their due.

I deposited the trash in the appropriate bins, walked back down, washed up, read some, drank some water before bedtime.

When I walked up and back I glimpsed denizens inside thier domicilies, electrified screens mounted onto sheetrock of living rooms, and the people sitting like fish awaitng bait, gulping hours from the aquarium wherein their lives swam.

I prefer the sunsets, the smell of rain–pungent, irreplacable; and the way live oaks turn in the evening winds; the feel of macadam under my running shoes; and lights from the heavens.

All one must do is attend. To the proper things.

4 thoughts on “Walking Up the Hill

  1. Bro Jon…..I like your last two paragraphs…….the “Denizens” in their hollow confines, waiting for what? Enjoying what? Excited for what?
    And then the option. …..full use of our God-given senses…. In the astounding God-given creation….contemplating, marveling, loving, and yes….glorifying Him!
    We humans miss a lot, don’t we?

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  2. Bro Jon…..I like your last two paragraphs…….the “Denizens” in their hollow confines, waiting for what? Enjoying what? Excited for what?
    And then the option. …..full use of our God-given senses…. In the astounding God-given creation….contemplating, marveling, loving, and yes….glorifying Him!
    We humans miss a lot, don’t we?

    Like

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