Captain Mom's Log: Week 5: Day 32

Between the onslaught of assignments and Zoom meetings that littered my calendar, I spent much of the day staring out the window. I noticed a woman had found a secluded spot in the woods. She sat on a raised manhole cover where trees met the gravel path above our glorious drainage swamp. It was both romantic and desperate. I found myself wondering what she was trying to escape or if she was just enjoying the scene. I watched as smoke meandered up from her fingers. She lifted the cigarette to her lips. Maybe she was a closet smoker. I decided I'd keep her identity a secret just in case. I never was a smoker, but she reminded me of a younger version of myself. I often sought out solitary spots to think and absorb and just be. I always found myself needing to escape one thing or another. Stress, people, life. It has been years since went for a solitary walk or sit. I haven't had a reason to escape. I haven't had the time. Does one need a reason to enjoy a favorite spot? Certainly one ought to make the time. I closed the curtain to give the woman her privacy and I returned to my work. Which was very productive. See Exhibit A.

END TRANSMISSION

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  1. AudreyApril 16, 2020 at 10:57 PM

    Oliver's head is so huge!! Haha. This is a very accurate representation of what it looked like to me while I was trying to do my math reading.

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