I know that some of you think it’s silly how Louis and I always exclaim, “We get to live here! Look at how beautiful it is! The lake! Right here!” If you are one of those people, then, well, screw you, buddy. Today, I rode my bike to the lake and went for a run along the Centennial Trail. Breathtaking. The running, not the view. Ok, view, you can come, too.
I have a difficult time expressing what being somewhere beautiful means to me. I think it’s the only time that I cease to Doubt, and my soul gets all glowy and satisfiedly euphoric.
-place where more is undeveloped than developed
-only Lindsey, actually (usually)
-pretty music is ok
-post-run endorphins are good, too
I have felt this in the mountains, the lake, the beach, the city, and any other kind of place that is more nature than not. I just really like being outside. And even though I regularly mourn for California, I desperately missed the experience of being overwhelmed by beauty nearly the entire time I lived there. My soul is far healthier when I live in Coeur d’Alene; I remember that God is both attractive and relatable. Also, that He cares about me. I appreciate that.
I miss you guys, though.