Purple Pathway

A walk yesterday when I didn't feel like walking. A walk that healed and restored. It began at a trailhead I haven't frequented in months, meandered down a dirt trail, over a bridge, then passed a field of lavender flowers. 

I thought I knew all the patches of fetching spring blooms, but these had escaped my notice. They may have been weeds (wild grape hyacinth?), but who cares? They were shining in the late day sun, a purple pathway.

The flowers and the movement invigorated. The world looked brighter when I returned home.