Sunday, February 8, 2009
I woke up today and felt a sense of peace.
We walked down the way to Shelby Park.
Judge brought a fishing pole.
It felt like Winter was truly drawing to a close.
He didn't have much fishing luck, but I read and wrote while he did his thing.
Finally we decided to journey back to the house.
We walked up the hill past the ancient oak trees in the late afternoon.
Let's run up the hill
, and he ran.
You need equal representation
, he also said, and snapped the picture on our street. All in all, a wonderful, quiet day.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
sounds like a great day to me...much better than me packing.
February 8, 2009 at 9:03 PM
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