A Breath Of Fresh Air

I have spent a lot of time in the past week driving. Like 7 hours. All by my lonesome. A "Me" party if you will. A party just for one, in my Honda "Lolovievie" or Lolo for short. I picked the name out of a baby name book when I first got my car. It means "the sweetness of love" or "surrounded by love". To me it symbolized the love that surrounded me as I gave up my car for my brother when he needed one, how my dad chipped in most of the money for me to buy a new car, and how all good things stem from love.

I love how one good deed can start a perpetual cycle of nice actions. I like that when I am driving, I get to be outside in the great big beautiful world. Where everywhere you look you are surrounded by love. By the birds in the air, and the flowing fields of grass, everything is so peaceful, it helps me feel God's love because I see it. God's love. For me. For all of us. To make such a perfect beautiful place to live.

The salty mist of the ocean. The majesty of a thunderstorm rolling in. The way it makes you feel so small under such a big boisterous cloud. I love it. Rain. Trees. The sweet, sticky humidity of a Virginia summer. The way it makes you want to die it's so hot, yet somehow you can't help but love it because you feel like you are five again chasing lightening bugs and catching them in jars.

I miss the outdoors. I miss the way the outdoors make me feel like God is just a stone's throw away. I miss Idaho bike rides by the canal. And naps in the hammock. I miss seeing the sky and only getting glimpses of it through an office window or my car.

I need a trip to Australia. To be outside again. To breathe fresh air. To be away. August, you're welcome any time now :) I'm waiting.