Here I am, in Blackburn Park, at a picnic for myself, by myself. And, truth be told, it's not really a picnic unless, of course, you consider books the fare (which I suppose I do).
The wind is blowing like the Santa Anas and fall is finally here. It's sunny like spring, but the coolness of the breeze is telling...and I am happy.
It's days like this when I am reminded of why I love to be outdoors. It's days like this when I think to myself, "Why do I ever remain inside when there is so much to see out here?"
I hope I'll never lose this joy for nature and all the little details of God's creation, which come to life all around me like they're putting on a show. I am their only audience, and they give me as many encores as I please.