The sun came out in a bright shiny way yesterday. (You may think this is an odd thing to be happy about, but we have not had a bright sunny day in a month.) I drove Emma to a little town nearby where she would catch a ride back to Chicago. The drive is thru farm fields mostly. It's the best.
We listened to country music on the way. (Emma was in charge of finding a station).
On the way home I stopped at a cemetery that sits on top of a hill. I've passed this spot a hundred times but never stopped. I thought I would take a picture of the sunshine.
The favorite picture I took was of myself.
Well. That sounds like an conceited thing to say.
But I like it because I look calm and happy.
It was a good moment
The picture reminds me of that
sunny, happy stop on the top of a hill.
Letting my pile of good things grow.
Encourage one another,