The barometric pressure started to rise this Sunday morning, erasing the cloud cover and rain of the last few days. I decided to take advantage of the delightful Autumn weather by going for a walk in my favorite patch of woods at Kiwanis Park. I was hoping to do a bit of leaf peeping, since we're nearing high color here in the inland northwest. But in this evergreen grove, most of the colors were muted greens and browns.
I had the park to myself and enjoyed padding down the needle-covered path and into the pine forest. The dappled light and crisp air buoyed my soul. I reveled in this cathedral of trees, grateful that for the moment, the masses were at church in this hour.
I dropped down to the gravel and sand at the edge of the Spokane River, then paused a while to enjoy the sunlight dancing on the water. Above me, a deciduous tree waved it's amber leaves to catch my attention.
I went for a walk this morning in Pine Villa, through Hunter's Glen and Kiwanis Park, then back home. On the way, I saw these beautiful dark purple hydrangea flowers, so stooped to take photos. Two blocks later when I went to check my step progress, I noticed that my Fitbit was not on my wrist.
I walked on home and searched the house, thinking I may have forgotten to put my Fitbit on before my walk. No Fitbit. So I figured I'd have to retrace my steps. But I was already tired from my walk.
I decided to slowly drive my route, watching the road with hopes that I might spy my Fitbit. I was afraid it was a fool's errand because my device has a dark wristband and wouldn't be easily seen from the road. I figured the most likely place for it to fall off was where I'd taken my camera out of my pocket. So I stopped there, got out of the car, and searched.
I sadly returned to my car, knowing I was out at least 100 bucks. I started driving again, and on the other side of the driveway from the flowers, there was my Fitbit on the curb! I know someone had to have placed it there because the wristband was closed and the placement appeared deliberate.
I want to thank the kind soul who picked up my Fitbit and placed it on the curb. You're the best. We live in a town where most people are kind to one another. It shows up in these simple ways.
While nearing the end of my morning walk, these layers of color and texture opened before me on the Ponderosa Blvd. hill near Polites Park. The sun rested on the autumn leaves as they nestled among the tall pines for which this part of town is named.