For the first time in too long I managed a solo photo outing today, in the morning. The weather here was uncommonly beautiful. The sun shining and breeze blowing guaranteed I would be out of the house for a while. So I flipped a mental coin: cut grass vs. walk through the park by the river.
The river won.
The coin must have known what I needed. I arrived at the park relatively early, so there were fewer people than usual for such a good weather day. Aside from a few gaggles of bikers and some rather attractive female runners (another Ponytail Files report, perhaps) I had the trail mostly to myself. It was wonderful.
I found myself taking fewer pictures than I normally do. The light, the sounds of birds and water were so entrancing there was little pressure to get that perfect shot. I let it go and existed in the moment. To my mind, that is a fine definition of a great day, no matter how one views it. Spring, tonic for the soul.
Something else that is tonic for the soul: moms. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there. Making the world go 'round since forever...