I stretched out on the lawn. Rolling over onto my back. Looking up at the trees. Listening to the birds. The bugs. The trickling creek. The snoring baby. Feeling the warm autumn air seep into my bones. Feeling the blades of grass stabbing at my skin. Feeling inspired to accomplish something new.
Our picnic lunch was over. Tuna sandwiches eaten. Carrot sticks devoured. Banana peels tossed into a pile. Every last drop of orange juice slurped up by an eager toddler ready to play in the sand. I had a wonderful hour to myself. Book in hand. And head in the clouds.
Ah. It’s funny how easily a boring walk to the park can suddenly be transformed into an exciting picnic adventure.