A Yank At Oxford: Week 4

I was sitting in my apartment trying to get over yesterday's migraine while getting some work done when I glanced out my back window and realized what a glorious day it was. Fat, overstuffed clouds were drifting across a gorgeous blue sky while a delicious breeze rustled the changing leaves. I knew that, even if I really didn't feel like it, I had to take a walk. It was too wonderful a day to stay inside. On top of that, tt gets dark here so early now that my window of opportunity was shrinking. So on went the walking shoes and out I went. I decided to just walk and see where I ended up. I knew that turning right out of my door took me to the grocery store, church, and the center of town. I really didn't know what was in the other direction so I decided to take what was, at least for me, the road less traveled and I'm so glad I did.

About five minutes down the road, I came upon an arched faded brick bridge right next to a weeping willow. Weeping willows are my absolute favorite tree - they're so graceful and wistful and, though it may sound strange to say it about a tree, very emotional. The slightest breeze moves them. It's a very romantic tree:) Anyway, I went to take a picture and found a little canal running below the bridge with a walking path down the far side. What a discovery! The whole thing was absolutely adorable and so picturesque. It was a little bit of the English countryside almost right outside my back door. I went about two miles along the path but couldn't go any farther as I had to get back to the apartment and back to work. But it was a great break and a lucky find. Glad I took that walk!