It was a stupid question, but it came quite naturally, stopping myself in mid sentence.
What would I do to kill two and a half hours? Continuing this ongoing affair with Mother Nature seemed to be a given.
Once I got my bearings, I made a beeline straight to the nearest State Park.
I’ve found that no matter how many times that I think that I’ve traversed every area of a park that I’ve patronized over the years, I find myself happily proven wrong.
I found myself in the embrace of the Patapsco Valley today.
Hearing the river rushing in the valley below, I fought the urge to run towards it.
I walked with a deliberate saunter, letting the world behind me slowly melt away.
It was a steep incline in some places, I stumbled, but I continued on.
As I made my way down to the river. It was as if I was beckoned to sit at the rivers edge.
As if Mother Nature crafted a seat, just with me in mind. I sat on a rock, in the middle of the river, while sun infused me with a warmth that seemed to download a sense of fortitude that I didn’t know that I needed.
I closed my eyes while my mind took baby steps towards making sense of it all.
Before I knew it, the two and a half hours that I needed to kill were breathing their last gasps.
As I make my way back up the valley.
I grouse…
Time is never on my side.
Shun P.'s interactions with Mother Nature 
Very nice shots of a cool-looking place! 🙂 Thanks for sharing your trip.
Thank you for reading!