It was late afternoon when I decided to take a walk down the Little Miami Bike Trail a few miles from my house. I hadn’t been this way before. It was to be a new adventure for me. The sun was sleepy, lazily hanging low. The colorful quilt of the sky was slowly covering the heavens in preparation for a nice spring evening.
I veered off the paved portion of the trail and found myself near the Little Miami River. The water was low and I could walk across a few rocks to a small island where only trees and rocks lived. It was a beautiful spot and for that moment in time, it was mine. I could hear woodpeckers busy working, owls crying out “who”, and other various birds enjoying an evening chat. I sat down on some rocks listening to the nature symphony, taking in the beauty of the area. Here, only a few miles from where I’ll lay down to sleep, is a scene straight out of a fairytale.