The Quarry
We started in the water.
(I didn’t take photos of this part, sorry)
It was me, a friend Sky, and her kiddo who was…
Kicking through warm shallows and soft golden sand.
Smooth white and orange rocks dotted the floor,
catching the light just under the surface.
No sharp edges.
No stress.
The quarry had a good energy that day,
busy, but not too loud.
Enough people to remind you it’s summer.
Not so many that it overwhelmed the space we carved out for ourselves.
The water moved gently,
not still, not rough, just alive.
The kind of water that lets you float a while,
without feeling like you’re drifting too far.
We swam. Talked. Watched the kid collect small rocks,
tossing a few like she was skipping secrets across the surface.
The Ledges
Later, we hit the trails at Nelson-Kennedy Ledges.
Cool air. Tangled roots.
That kind of Ohio green that wraps itself around you
until you forget what you were worrying about.
The Glass Bridge
We made our way to the glass bridge,
shiny and clear, cutting across the woods like something from a sci-fi daydream.
We crossed together,
her kid holding both our hands,
small fingers gripping tight but trusting.
She looked through the glass, wide-eyed,
taking in how far the trees fell below us.
It wasn’t dramatic.
Just simple, quiet, connected to the Earth around you.
Nelson Ledges & Quarry Recap
Sometimes a day doesn’t have to be big to be good.
Sometimes it’s just
soft sand, moving water,
a walk through the trees,
and being steady enough to offer someone your hand
when the ground turns to glass.
Whisper to the void it might whisper back