We happily bubble toward this new season, faces tilted up, raised to new rain, soft air, pale sunlight that makes us squint like old friends trying to place one another.
This morning I ran for miles, climbed a small mountain or maybe a large hill. Breathed in and out. Felt like I was floating. I want to absorb this precise beauty, this pace, to hold its quiet loveliness inside my chest and sip from it when I need it most. When I'm rushed, or tired - maybe I can find this reservoir.
There are things I need to do this morning. I need to find cowgirl boots to wear to a wedding this weekend. I need to buy a new coloring book or two to help ease the drive. I need to pick my car up from the shop. Good little things. Good little morning.