On April 30th I walked along the creek near our house, and below is what it looked like.
It happened when I was all by myself.
Well, I wasn’t completely alone. My dog, Max was with me. He’s the only one who knows the truth about his crazy fifty-something-year-old biped mom.
I’d completely forgotten that hopeful feeling that comes with spring.
The breeze caresses my skin like cool mint.
My hair gently flows in its wake.