I went to the coffee shop. The deadline for my book is in just a few days and I need to push, to reach my word goal. But it's one of those days. And I've been so good, for so long. Dedicated to sitting in my chair and doing this work; while Aaron rides the motorcycle (without me), instead of dinners out, photo shoots...everything. But my favorite neighborhood is teeming with people, a block party and neighborhood sale. So I walk and I wander and it feeds my spirit, which was hungry, or so I realized. Like when you're working outside and don't notice how hungry you are, until you stop and suddenly you're ravenous. It was so lovely. There were deep fried apple doughnuts and the air was crisp. I met neighbors - not mine, but mine. One of them let me see their back-yard garden and chickens and even the inside of their historic home. <3
I missed mom, a lot, today. Other than the petting of the chickens and visiting random people's houses, this is just the sort of day we would have loved to spend, together.
In most things, I am a countryheart. But some days, like this, my heart beats city-love, city-love