some days (when your husband is out golfing), you grab your camera and go for a walk through the neighborhood. you capture the architecture surrounded by blue skies + white fluffy clouds. as a bonus, you reach your step goal on your fitbit, with ease. just as your journey is coming to an end, you hear a train. crossing your fingers it is a short one. a couple minutes later, you realize it isn’t and sneak into the nearest coffee shop for an extra large iced coffee for your wait. with coffee in hand, you walk 3 blocks to the tracks and stand waiting. 10 minutes go by. then 5 more. finally you see the last of the train cars crossover the intersection just to your left. your adventure has come to a close.
in des moines.
I am in such awe of the place I call home. and so grateful this is the “neighborhood” I get to take walks through.