The fear of the Lord is like the urge to whisper in the midst of beauty.
The sense of awe makes one realize how loud their voice is in the murmur of a forest.
Men and women change their voices to be the sound of wind rustling through the leaves.
They lean in and give you a hushed tone to new thoughts as they start the path.
Trees made them do it. Bark and leaves made them do it.
The amble to the crest of the mountain is different. Your body moves freely, your breath is longer, your eyes make important observations.
Foliage and rocks pave the way instead of chrome and pavement. More to see, more to feel, more to breathe.
Go outside and talk a walk and tell me about it.