So, yesterday was the 104th running of the Indianapolis 500. I don’t usually care that much about this local (international?) tradition. Except that I do. Let me explain.
I was at Marott Park the other day; we went creek-stomping. While splashing in the water and enjoying an afternoon of stretching my body and my spirit in new ways, I found my next worry stone. I’ve been holding it ever since.
Today, I confess that I am glad the clouds are with us. I needed a break from the sun. It’s true – the sun can provide beautiful shadows, but the heat from the sun can also be relentless.
