breathe

the sick cycle spins round and round...
one gets better.
one falls ill.
and round it goes.
my husband came home a little early this evening to pick up the healthy one at school so the sick one could stay indoors.
earlier in the day i read that the temps were to reach above 50! in january! in maine! (you get by all the !!! that doesn't happen often. ever.)
so i grabbed my coat and camera and headed out for some much needed sunshine and fresh air alone.
 (thank you honey, so so much!)

this is what i saw...

i sat on the bench in the last of the golden light.
savoring.
recharging.
being.
then i picked up a rotisserie chicken at the store and headed home to the ones i love with warm dinner in my arms.