Saturday, September 19, 2009
Could life get any better? I submit that it cannot!
Awash with happiness of unknown origin, I trailed my infinitely handsome and talented son and husband up the Great Western Trail, dog in tow. Surrounded by greens and blues and hues from every spectrum, we chatted while jaunting, collectively releasing the worries of the week, pausing periodically for Zero to quench her thirst. At the right point, we stopped, snapped pictures, then turned and ran, single file back to the bottom to then be whisked away by both carriage and song (thank you Porcupine Tree). The journey ended with a gluttonous feast of ethnic glory and naps all around.