I wasn’t sure if Bella and I were going to the mountain today. Monday is normally my son’s day off from work, so for what ever reasons, I stay home. He had to work today so I finally got ready, got Bella and off we went. On arrival, I got everything, got Bella and off we headed toward the trail.
It wasn’t crowded so there were no issues about other dogs. I couldn’t understand at first why my leg muscles were complaining so much when they hadn’t been. Then I remembered, I was using a larger backpack that was loaded with stuff like a first aid kit, gloves, antibiotic cream an extra water bottle, my bigger reusable water bottle and Bella’s water bowl to name part of whats in the thing. Extra weight, extra work on muscles, extra complaining. Ah well, I’ll adapt and be fine.
I do need to either dig out some shorts that fit, or find some jeans I can mutilate into shorts. It gets miserable on warm days wearing long jeans. Thankfully though there was a nice breeze today that kept it from becoming unbearable.
There may have been a dozen people topside, but they were spread out to the point it was difficult to tell. Its nice though when it isn’t crowded with people. Which is the main reason I don’t go on weekends. I gave Bella her water and I then quenched my own thirst. We moved over closer to the overlook so I could take more photos of the same shots I’ve taken before. You know, just to prove I was there again.
As I did that, a girl who had just walked past, asked if I would like photos with Bella. Yes, thank you. She took a lot. But I’m glad, I can pick and choose my favorite that fits the mood. She introduced herself and made friends with Bella. She appeared to be in her early twenties, very friendly, very respectful. Even if it does make me feel old, it also makes me feel good when I’m called ma’am.
It was when Bella and I started down that the magic really began. The past couple of times I had gone to the mountain, I noticed that the usual feelings that came with the visit, had been absent. Too many things prevented the peace and contentment to get through. Not today.
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I love butterfly. If you go through my photo files you will find hundreds of shots of butterfly. Today, on top of the mountain I had noticed butterfly would float past ever so often. As we began to make our way to the Tower Trail to hike back down the mountain, I began to notice more butterfly.
Once we got beyond the tower and around the first curve headed down, the ballet began. They seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. They dipped, they floated, they moved in varying circles. From one, to three, to five, they danced around us. I was enthralled at the sight. I didn’t even attempt to take photos. A photo might capture the butterfly yes, but not the feelings of what I was watching. My heart quickly filled with a peace I can’t begin to find a way to describe.
I stopped at one point and standing where I was, watched as they continued. Anyone coming up on me would have wondered if I were alright. Standing still, watching the ballet going on around me, words unspoken. Even Bella sensed it and didn’t try to walk on. She waited, as I watched.
There are times I think, that you are just meant to be in a certain place, at a certain time, to be part of an event. It is up to you, to notice and understand how something simple, can be so special. The ballet didn’t last too terribly long, ten-fifteen minutes maybe. Yet, I carried the feelings it brought with me all the way down the mountain.
There were not that many people hiking up the trail, but those who I passed, I was smiling and greeted them as if they were well known friends. Sitting here now, I still feel the magic of the moment. I’m so glad I got up and went, so I could be part of the ballet on the mountain.