After what seemed like a long spread of time and miles, we embarked on our journey home. It was an odd journey-- we'd left two family members along the way..... Nik at the wilderness camp and Squish awaiting its new family at Metra RV. I'd say it felt good to be going home, but it honestly didn't. This marked the real end of summer. School was to start in a few days, and we knew we'd be making the roundtrip back to Bozeman in less than 2 weeks. Our minds were on Nikolas-- how was he doing? was he ok? what would it be like when we picked him up at the end of the camp? how would that adjustment be? what would it be like just the three of us at home? It was an uneasy feeling as we made our way south.... from one home to another. As these thoughts swarmed in my head, I looked in the rear view mirror and saw this spectacular scene. It was an assurance of the beauty along the way..... in front of and behind us. Aside from the uncertainty of Sven's job over the summer, my concussion and slow to heal symptoms, and the turbulence of a lot of activity, it was a vivid reminder to focus on the bright spots. (But, does summer really have to be over?!)
No comments:
Post a Comment