Today we went out for an adventure-and yesterday too.
Not to a game, the concert, the zoo.
But for a walk and a drive with happy tunes.
Some say it's nicer than a game of spoons.
It happened like this, it was so unexpected.
For it was not what our TO DO list directed.
But hours into editing, we heard spontaneity's call disrupting our day.
So we shrugged and hugged and rushed away.
We took some photos on our camera of film, chased the sun, the sky, the clouds-all those sweet wonders of old. We got too muddy and a tad too cold.
But those tiny aches were dispelled in the peace of a wonder.
This:
that the city was silent, mostly at least.
And in that tranquility how our hearts did feast.
On and on we adventured some more.
Oh so this, this, is what weekends are made for.