Sensory Walk

How could I not walk the Labyrinth today?  On the way to a meeting I stopped the car and walked the Labyrinth.  The breeze rattled the cord on the flagpole causing the clip to clank occasionally.  Cars sped by.  A crow cawed. Contrails in the clear sky.  The muted but deeply rich earth tones of the weeds, fallen leaves, and forbs.  The harsh fumes from the cars were off set by the semi-sweet aroma of dried grasses.  The perky, spicy fragrance and taste of herbal tea. The texture of sheltered frozen ground yielding to the softness of the ground, thawed by the sun.