Tonight there was a swarm of dragonflies that kept circling around us as we played outside. There were about eight of them, and they'd fly so fast they'd crash into each other, their wings tangling and clicking.
(I tried to catch one, with my broom and then my rake. Only to look at, not to kill.)
(I was unsuccessful. Those things fly fast.)
I have no idea why they were around us. My only explanation was that they liked our psychedelic chalk drawrings.
Gray wanted to know what dragonflies eat, so we googled it. This is also how I found out that dragonflies swarm where their food is favorable : mosquitoes. [Please stay, dragonflies.]
There was no mention of chalk drawrings.
I went on a run and it was happy, one of those this is good for me runs, and there was a confidence in my form, my head was high, even the sky obliged, with that look of where the horizon looks like land meeting sea, the clouds could be sky and the sky mistaken for clouds. Or mountains. And I let my imagination trick me, and go there, like those 3D posters, because it was pretty.
On my run I got a call that my laptop was ready, all fixed and since Goldentech is literally down the street from my house, I had just run by, so I turned around and ran/walked back and picked it up. Then I walked home because I was certain if I ran I'd drop my laptop, and two guys walked by me and I crossed the street because it was getting dark and I was carrying my laptop, yo.
I made it home and felt so much better. Happy, really.
Because I ran, and it felt good, and all the songs on my ipod were like little gifts, and I got my laptop back, and I had a good talk with hubs, and I felt confirmation on a certain decision I made about this weekend.
I leave you with the notsosecret secret that I want to visit Paris again for a long holiday, maybe even move there. With the kids of course. I'm brushing up on my French, in the meantime.
Ou la la and que sera sera.