A little something
For the most part, my weekend filled to overflowing with the mundane.
After the goings-on of last week, mundane proved quite lovely, indeed.
In betwixt projects and errands, my mom and I took my grandma on a little outing. We ordered flavored Coca-Colas, to go—chocolate, green apple, and cherry {the cherry that sits at the bottom, soaking up all the carbonated goodness, is the very best part!}.
We went to a park. We drove downtown. I pulled off to the side every now and again, parked, and ran down the sidewalk to snap a picture or two. I meandered back to the car, my grandma threw up the peace sign through the sunroof, and we laughed.
You see, sometimes it’s under a canopy of an overcast sky, that colors truly learn to dance. Sometimes it’s in holding your breath, that you learn to appreciate a deep, untroubled sigh. And sometimes it’s in a big expanse of darkness that you see just how beautiful and precious the little things can be . . .