The Beauty of Virginia
I climbed a rock today and perched precariously on it’s edge. It was both invigorating and terrifying. I am not afraid of heights, but I am very aware of what dropping from a height can do to a body. Even so I sat on the edge of this rocky outcropping and stared for what seemed like hours out over the beauty below. As far as I could see the land was untouched, just acre after acre, mile after mile of forest unmarred by man. While I sat drinking in this view movement caught my eye and I turned to see a beautiful eagle soaring along the ridge line to my right. It’s majestic form dancing on the wind without a care in the world. The Eagle population is increasing and I hope eventually will reach its former number.
After finding my way back off the rock and down the trail I couldn’t help but marvel at this beautiful creation.
