Early morning Yellowstone. I was asked yesterday if my heart was in Wyoming. I didn’t really know how to answer that. My heart is in things like these pictures. I think that says it all. At least I hope it does. I can’t really think of a good ramble to go with these pictures.
It’s chilly here today and I’ll be making cheesy potato soup. That is pretty much the highlight of my day and weekend. Nothing planned. Time is winding down and the weather is getting cooler. That means that it is time for me to start downsizing and packing things. I’ve been procrastinating on that. Such a tedious task and I hate packing…mainly because that means at some point, I’m going to have to unpack. Circles.
I’m not even entirely sure what the next five months will have in store for me. Maybe by the end of it all, I will be watching this sunrise again in person (bundled up and griping about the snow). Maybe I will in Florida. I’ve been asked a couple of times to join friends down there. I could end up on the other side of this town. I really don’t know. I’m winging it and seeing what doors open for me by the time it gets here.
That seems like a huge risk, doesn’t it? Winging it. Taking a risk that has no real certain outcome. You’ve got to risk it for a biscuit, though. Am I right? You know that made you chuckle. I saw that on a ridiculous Facebook game/quiz thing…it is now one of my favorite phrases.
Seriously, though. I have been thinking of the things that I’ve missed out because I’ve planned it or thought about it. If I had thought about it, I wouldn’t have had these pictures to share. Time to stick with what I’m constantly talking about…winging it and risking it for biscuits. Life is sweeter that way.