The path was littered with fallen leaves and we had to take care with our steps.
It angled down amid trees and ferns and rhododendrons and moss-covered stones.
I had walked this path many times before.
It was known to me.
My companions, some of them, had also walked this path before.
We looked forward to seeing our old friend.
We could hear it before we could see it.
At the bottom of the angled path and the series of wooden steps, the well-known-to-us sight of Blackwater Falls emerged from the forest.
The blue October sky, the not-too-hot-not-too-cold temperature, and the refreshing breeze mingled with the roar of water over stone.
The day was new.
The sight and sound was familiar.
I’ve struggled in recent months to find the time and energy to write. A group of writers proposed writing something every day for the month of October, based on a one word prompt, and writing in just five minutes – no worrying about perfect grammar or always being poignant or well-polished. I’m giving it a go in an effort to jump start my writing. For the one word prompts, I’m going to follow along with The Upper Room’s Sight Psalms. They put out a picture a day and apply one word and a short reflection. If you are reading this, thanks for accompanying me for this experiment in motivation and discipline.