Even with the familiarities of location and name, looking at the trail path, I knew we had never journeyed that particular way to get to this tree. The trailhead of this venture was at the end of a cul de sac of a neighborhood, and I recalled our original journey to the overlook began behind a nursery. And so, because it’s the journey and the not the destination that matter most, away we went, over the Bay Bridge and across the city to the mountains overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
Upon arrival, the grassy knoll confirmed that our feet had never tread tis particular piece of earth.
…And long before people installed stairs.
Honestly, with few exceptions, I always end up taking the side on Nature’s path rather than onward and upward on flat platforms.
I am so grateful that no matter what the view or the trees are along the journey, that this is who I share the trail with. His smile fuels every step of the way and every beat of heart: on every hike we take and every moment of our life’s journey together. And his smile, his soul, is forever within my heart, a manifestation of love and joy that will be with me till the end of time.