I needed to get out. Out of the house. Out of our routine. Out of my own head. It was one of those weeks. You know what I’m talking about. Where you can’t put your finger on it, but you are just in a funk. Where you feel like you’re going to jump out of your skin if you have to spend one more second standing where you are. We were being teased with warm weather one day, then cold and rain the next, which wasn’t helping at all. There was a trail that I passed everyday, twice a day on my to and from pre-school. I thought about stopping with the boys there but it just never happened. On this particular day, we were having work done at our house, and I needed to leave to pick up my twins from school. I threw my camera in my bag, and left the workers, told them I might be a while, and left to go pick them up. It was going to rain. You could see the storm coming. But, that didn’t phase me at all. I pulled into the dirt parking lot, took the boys out of the car and took a deep breath. I was only 15 minutes from home, but it felt like a vacation.
The boys ran. I followed behind. And we played until the rain drops fell.