Dust swept through in the air as we reach the parking lot of Morris Island Conservation Area. Surprised, we found it 25% full despite the stay-from-home order from the state of Ontario. Who could fault the visitors? Everyone needs a breather from all the stress going on.
The hubby unlocked the little boy's seatbelt and hoisted him out of the car seat. Together, they beelined to pay for parking. Gravel crunched the dirt as I headed to the nearest shore. Click. Click. Click. Though a novice, I'm the default photographer of the family.
Taking in the scenery, I waited for a gentle breeze to hit my face, but was met with disappointment. Never wasting a captivating scene, I tunneled back in time. Bodies of water never fail to back memories of my hometown.
Satisfied, I remember the feeling of salty air washing over me. The calmness of the waves crashing back and forth. Adults and children laughing in the background. Ah, when is travel possible again? No worries, there's more to discover here in Ontario.
Let's go. The hubby summoned me to present.
The causeway appeared empty. Where are the others? Right there and then, a family of three emerged from the nearby clump of leafless trees. My breathing relaxed.
It has been years since I've watched horror and thriller shows, yet images of imminent danger when alone and exposed still strike terror. Of course, that's a different story for everyone. My hubby is adventurous. It's just me and my hypersensitive sensibilities.
More people entered the picture as we move away from the parking lot. Adults. Children. Our group greeted the other with smiles. To an older couple, exchange hi's and hellos.
The lake is quiet, a beautiful still, which perfectly juxtaposes my current heart situation, seeing the path is empty once again. Gladys, breathe. Nothing here is going to hurt you or your family.
The hubby suggested we go farther still. But I'm wearing boots. My feet hurt from the hike. My perfect excuse. In reality, we only walk a few meters away from the parking lot. Let's go back again this summer. When it's verdant. I suggested.
Thankfully, the hubby agreed.
No wind is felt, but I tightened my coat. It's true, I'm ill-prepared for this impromptu hike. Wrong outfit. Wrong shoes. But perfect for a photo shoot. >.<
By the way, if you're interested in where I got my outfit click this link. I only switch up my sunglasses. Here I'm wearing Rayban's.
On our way back, we met a mother and daughter. They sauntered further and deeper compared to where we last left. As a nearby woodpecker drilled its beak on a tree, perception penetrated my neurotic emotions. I finally get it. The park is safe. Duh! We will be back in warmer weather. But for now, I'm grateful we did the quick afternoon stroll in the park.
Want to learn more about the Morris Island Conservation Area, check out their website. Link here.