I don’t know that I “abandoned many inhibitions”, and I didn’t get through a whole day, just up until breakfast. But it was getting pretty long, and I didn’t want to bore people. I’m more than willing to finish the day out, if SG wants me to.
It was kind of interesting, I tried to put other people into this day, and I couldn’t do it – I’m not sure why. Part of it was that with other people in it, it didn’t feel like “my story”, but rather more of a dime store novel. There might be more to it, I just don’t know what it is.
Mollie woke up with the sun shining through the windows and dancing a prism of colors across her walls. Never one to hurry out of bed, she lingered awhile, praying and giving thanks to God for the sunshine and her many blessings. When she finally pulled herself out from under the covers, she let her dog, Dusty, outside, then headed to the frig for a glass of orange juice. A few minutes later she was ready and out the door—it was a beautiful late-spring morning, and a walk would be a perfect way to start the day.
She hollered for Dusty and let themselves out the garden gate. As always, Dusty ran ahead, impatient to explore. Mollie paced herself on the dirt road, noticing all the wild flowers in bloom along the roadside. She would have to pick some on the way back and add them to a bouquet from her garden. She walked as far as the bridge, and, as expected, found Dusty playing in the creek. “Come on, Dusty, it’s time to head home”, she called, as she turned around and headed back the way she had come.
Back at home, she set her flowers in a bucket by the gate and headed down for the lake. A few seconds and a big splash later, Mollie was in the water, the coolness and calmness of it enveloping her like a blanket. She did a few laps, then lingered for a while longer – treading water while soaking in the sunshine and reveling in the peace and quiet. Ravenous, her stomach reminded her that it was past time for breakfast, so she climbed up on the dock and grabbed her robe. Making her way back to the house, she mused over ideas for spending the rest of the day. It was a fabulous day, her calendar was clear, and the world was her oyster.
