Running

This being the second time I mentioned the birthing of children in conversation, my father asks me what exactly brought on this motherly feeling. If it was anyone else asking I would have raised my voice like a sword in defense. I allow it to slide away without asking him for his advice. Slicing into my steaming chimichanga, I wonder if I would ever crave Mexican food if there were to be a being in my belly. Probably not. We continue to talk about different systems and how much we both hate craft stores as we walk back to the cafe.
I wish I could run to the park and swing until the sun goes down, but I have too much in my backpack to run. I am always afraid the things I have brought to do, when I get there, I wont want to do. And so, I bring everything I would ever want to do. Which also means I must carry it home with me.

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