in order to hit the ground running…or rather – walking. She was still in recovery and knew her body was not ready for the physical rigor she would normally put it through. She tested her door handle and it was unlocked as requested. There was also a note pinned to her door with a map of the closest hiking trail. The sun was starting to rise which rendered the outside desert in perfect condition, not too hot, not too cold. She stretched out the best she could, warmed up, and was on her way. The desert never ceased to amaze her. New Mexico was by far her favorite place on earth. She loved the way the sun created the ultimate canvas with its array of colors. Ryleigh was not an artist, but she could appreciate it just the same. She loved nature. She could almost hear the desert humming in her ears providing music to her soul. The familiar smell of the morning greeted her nostrils as her feet pressed her forward. Because it had been a few weeks for her to experience physical activity, she felt that first sheen of sweat cover her skin within moments.
