" there will always be a before "


smiles in the afternoon sunlight, warm breezes, the scent of stone fruits of the farmer's market wafting over the grasses and hills. you two select a long traipse through nature in lieu of a paved pathway.

just solid memory-making weather. we had a myriad of snacks on a colorful blanket. the shadows playfully dancing on the ground, with wide branches and leaves matching and mirroring movement.

the long lean into the early afternoon, and how we moved once, not away from comfort, but not towards anything frightful. the voices boomed through the air, and we became other people; we played and imagined, we became ourselves.

tonight's homework:

don't forget to reflect and cherish. make some time to stretch out both your body and your sense of the imagination. you never know what will happen.