a breeze in june, going where the wind of the spirit blows me.
my june calendar remains strangely empty, and i wonder what surprises the days hold for me.
so my friend and i went on an adventure, wandering trails, resting awhile on a bench, eating our lunch of peanut butter sandwiches, and we talked. i climbed a circular staircase inside a silo, huffing and puffing a little too much, but still making it to the top where the view was worth the climb.
another day this week my neighbor came for a visit in the late morning. he’s three years old.
while his mother and i drank coffee and ate chocolate cookies, my 