When Real Life gets in my way, the best escape for me is Outside.
An hour at Lake Isabella did wonders for my mood.
I feel like the only person in the world when I am there.
The sycamores stretched upwards into a perfectly clear sky. I felt the cobwebs in my mind blow away.
A million sparkles in the Little Miami dazzled me and brought tears to my eyes.
I couldn't decide if I wanted to be out in the open or dappled in random beams.
Two scolding robins alerted me to one sweet baby, knobby head quivering on a wobbly neck, like a perfect yellow blossom nodding on its stem.
I tried to capture my glowing mood with a self-portrait, something I never do.
Not even close.
When in doubt, go to the woods. And remember: