and i’ll be doing a whole lot more of this
I’ve been asked a lot of questions I feel unqualified to answer lately. Questions about dinosaurs going extinct, where exactly is Dog Heaven, if we all go to Dog Heaven and when. Questions, so steeped in their innocence yet about as deep as you can possibly go, that I question how I can possibly be the most qualified one to answer them.
So yesterday I leaned into what I’m really good at, a quality from my father — an adventure without a map or a certain destination, curiosity leading the way.
Angel and I talked about our day over breakfast, a little spot I’ve been wanting to check out for forever, off 285. We knew we wanted a few things - to see the changing leaves, to listen to music with the windows down and to have hot chocolate. My little soulmate, for sure.
So that’s what we did. This song “Fall, Fall, Fall” by Caamp over and over again. Pulling off the road because we saw a waterfall and we just kept going up to the top. A drive to a gondola to find out it closes on Labor Day. (Still learning Colorado, over two years in.)
And with his muddy, chocolate-y little hand in mine, I felt a return. There’s a thousand phones calls I “should” return, things to plan, pages of to do list items. But right now, this is where I wanna be. Sitting on the side of a creek with my boy in my arms, watching a season turn once again. And I’ll be doing a whole lot more of this.
