The sun shone full upon us as we enjoyed a picnic on our back porch. We talked, ate, and listen as a strong and gentle wind moved among the trees. The trees swayed in the fresh spring air and we found ourselves doing the same. Sitting there swaying, listening, watching; we were glad to be in the sunshine and in each others company on the first day of spring.
The picnic ended. Kendall returned to work, Finn snuggled in for a nap, and I stepped out for a moment to myself. I walked through the woods. The sunshine so intense as it broke through the canopy. The mud on the trail equally intense; thick Springtime mud. As I trekked through it, I found my mind immersed in thought and my eyes to the ground. I would pause often to bring myself back. Pause to remind myself to look up. To allow my eyes to gaze upon the brilliant blue sky and bountiful sunshine. To look to the tops of the trees and allow my spirit to be encouraged and inspired by the graceful dance of something so large and solid. To look up to all that is good in my life.
I leave the woods. The trees, the sky, the sunshine all tucked in my pocket; keepsakes for me to return to later. Memories that I will stumble upon and perhaps, call upon. Another experience woven into the story of my life.
I step through the door, close it and listen. Finn is still asleep. Kendall is still working. The house is quiet. As I walk into the kitchen, the sky darkens with thunderstorm clouds and the rain comes down.