I took my kids out on a walk by the river. We were passed by a group in kayaks despite the chilly weather, and the dog kept jumping up onto the cement wall that separated us from the water, making all of us anxious that he’d fall in. We decided to turn around when the wind picked up, and it was snowing by the time we reached our car. Once home, we treated ourselves with hot cocoa to warm up.
Right now, these are the moments that I want most in my life, the laughter and memories with the people I love. Sometimes I think that I ought to be striving harder to change my circumstances, to somehow ease the financial strain that was handed to me, but all I can think about is what I’d miss out on in exchange.
I know how I want to spend my life. The question is how to make that possible.
I’ve started reading Summer of Night by Dan Simmons. So far it’s been one of those slow paced, boys coming of age type stories, but I’m only a few chapters in. There have been a lot of names introduced all at once, so I haven’t the foggiest who is who — I prefer it when characters are given the chance to assert their personality before the next one pops up. The prose itself is nice.
Thus the days are passing by, one by one.
By Autumn Rain 