Busy Doing Something Close to Nothing

"Good call, dad."

Just Another Morning

I am taking my mom to breakfast this morning, so I am up before 7am.

The air smells like Springtime and there are rain clouds instead of snow.

After I drop my mom off at work, I take a drive in the country—which is pretty much anywhere outside the city limits of our small town—and I reach a stretch of road without encountering another soul for miles. This is a unique feeling of home…to be the only person in a place teeming with life. Trees, birds, deer, fish in the stream, rolling clouds in the sky…there’s peace and energy in that life. I love humans, but there’s something sacred about a moment alone with life.