Beginning by Harold Houghton

I look out of my bedroom window, at the beginning of each day, the lake looks calm and blue, the sky is clear, not a cloud, but its cold. The thought of a sunny days walk, crisp fresh air to breath, tempting. I put my boots on and wrap up warm, to disappear into the the ethos. Walking step by step, fields and farms pass me by, the lane is narrow, hedges cut neat, sheep grazing, birds twittering, peaceful, no!. Energised, I take stock, the walk was good, now time for a rest and to recall the beginning.