A Hilltop Prayer

I went for a walk the other day, to the top of Prospect Hill in Waltham. The air felt so fresh. I take more time to notice how good it is to fill my lungs with fresh air. It's good to be outside.

I pass other hikers, some alone, some in pairs, a few with children, more than a few with dogs. When we pass each other, we say "hello," or "how's it going?" or "hi there." We smile. I think there is much more underneath our greetings. I think we're also saying, "it's good to be outside today. i'm glad to share this moment with you."

I couldn't stop staring at the trees, towering above me. So many trees. How long have they stood here? I notice the buds on the branches, a promise, that luscious leaves will soon follow.

At the top of the hill, I was rewarded with a view of the Boston skyline. And I thought to myself, thank you God. Thank you for mild weather, for fresh air, for nature and deep breaths. Thank you for fellow hikers and gentle greetings and unspoken good will. Thank you for trees and hilltop perspectives. Then, smiling, I said, Amen.