Earlier in the week I had my day planned:
LabCorp for quarterly bloodwork,
finish earrings that are designed and wired,
draw blueprints for new display,
I finished and marked off the first two just fine and was putting gas in the car when I heard it.
A tiny voice.
A beautiful voice as familiar to me as my own.
A voice that has been silent for far too long.
It was the road.
Blue sky, bright sunlight, crisp autumn air and the road calling to me:
What's a girl to do?
I ran home long enough to grab my GO bag and camera batteries.
[What do you mean, What is a GO bag?
I always have a little backpack packed with sunscreen, bug spray, almonds, dried fruit, bottle of water, clean socks/undies, deodorant and toothpaste because you never know when you might have the opportunity to GO]
My favorite regional park -Black Hill, near Clarksburg- is a little over 40 miles away, through some beautiful countryside. Windows down, radio up and cruise control set to a reasonable speed instead of how fast I want to drive, it was a lovely drive.
I spent the afternoon writing in the sunshine
and taking pictures of sugar maples.
And those displays?
They'll get built soon enough.