time stood still

I spent the weekend wanting to record each moment, each smile, each and everything that we did.  Truth is we didn't do much and truth is if I was going around writing about each experience and taking photos of each activity, I would have missed the slow seconds of relaxation.

We were in the woods, not out on the boat or in town at the farmers market.  We were hanging out doing a whole lot of nothing.  Nothing that led up into the tent, onto the deck, in and out of the trailer.  A whole lot of nothing that led us to paint and chalk and music and books.  At one point in the afternoon I felt like we were the only people in the area and that felt so very right.

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