What happens when you stop.
Today, we went for a morning walk into the forest. We live on steep land, so on the way up we always feel warm and a little out of breath. It feels good. Once I get the warmth from my movements into my whole body and find my rhythm and my pace, I love the feeling of climbing upwards. After having walked for twenty minutes, a streaming shower of rain came washing down on us, and we had to stop and seek shelter under the trees.
We stood there, I was ten meters further up on the path than them. We all stood facing the beautiful view of our valley, seen through the trees. The rain just poured down around me, but I didn't get wet. I looked up at the tree I was standing under, and suddenly I felt like that pine tree was my giant friend who held his protective hands over me. I felt like a child.
We stood there for a long time, not speaking. I noticed a little robin sitting on a branch just ahead of me. I imagined that it was the robin who so often sits on one of our fence posts, and that he had come with us on our walk. Like he secretly was a member of our family.
Above me was a spiderweb between two trees, and because of the rain it became visible to me. The tiny little drops of water that stuck to the threads of the web, revealed its shape. I wondered where the spider was hiding. Maybe in my hair?
Little raindrops on sunbrown skin. Feeling warm from the walk and refreshed by the rain. Seeing the vegetation on the ground. A small hazelnut. How did it get there? No hazel trees around. And the huge rock just five meters up. When did that roll down and stop there?
The rain slowed down, and through the trees I saw the sun shining on the other side of the valley. We stepped out into the drizzle and moved on.