I spent yesterday morning hiking with two friends, exploring a beautiful woods, spectacular waterwalls, a restored mill. The wildflowers are what stole the show. Like a carpet they covered the woodland floor and then crept up onto large boulders and stone walls. The only sounds we heard were of spring songbirds, falling water, and friends laughing. We came away from our hike refreshed and relaxed. Such a peace filled morning.
And then as I was headed home, I switched on NPR, only to hear about the tragic bombings in Boston. My heart sank. My peaceful world shattered.