A walk in Reston yesterday, parking in my new spot, taking the trail that starts at the recycling bins (lovely!) but picks up in attractiveness from there. It’s a great find, this trail, because it begins so close to my house and connects with long favored paved paths. 

I’m still learning about this trail in winter, marveling at just how close the houses are, discovering one of those little free libraries along the way and finding a route with a slight rise in the middle (perfect for upping my heart rate).  

There’s a bounty to seasonal openness — to see far ahead, to spot the flash of a robin in the holly, to feel for a moment that expansiveness winter offers. 

It’s plain this will become a favorite, part of the deck I choose from when deciding which strip of asphalt to amble. I’m always glad to welcome another.