I wake up. Slowly. It’s Saturday and I had fun Friday evening. I drowsily open the curtains. That’s when I smile. A perfect day. The sky’s a blue so lush and crisp it would make a painter cry. Narry a cloud in sight. The leaves have changed. Bright red. The contrast between the red and the blue only serves to make them more beautiful.
And to the scenery, add the day’s plans : eat a hearty breakfast, loaf around and then hike up Mount Owl’s Head. Ooooh yeah, these are the days you savour like a fresh apple.
A whole bunch of bacon, eggs, fruit, yoghourt, toast and home fries later, we're stuffed. Now's not the time to go for a hike. A little digestion is imperative.
Once that's done we head on out. Owl’s Head awaits us. I rub my hands in anticipation of a good hike: blood flowing, lungs pushing, heart racing, sweat flowing.
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