Last Sunday I had the opportunity to get out of town for a little bit to meet up with a girlfriend for lunch and a movie. The day was a little cool, but it was clear and beautiful. On my way home, I was enjoying the music in my car and the sun on my arms, I took a detour and went with it. I drove down a quiet road surrounded by green fields, rolling hills and happy cows. After my days prior, I was feeling a calm and quiet happiness that I didn’t want to let go of. I even documented it so the next time I’m feeling like I had been on Friday, I could look at this picture and remember:
This is how I feel when I’m happy. (Courtney: remember this.)
And these are my feet:
I don’t really need to remember what they look like.
And this was to my right:
Further down the road, I stopped to say hi to this guy:
But then these guys wanted to come and say hi, too:
And these guys didn’t want to be left out:
I must have been very interesting:
But I really liked this guy:
And in a matter of minutes, I had seven new friends:
Guys, you should know something about me: I love cows. It’s almost become a problem since I moved here. I’ve even come close to running off the road a couple of times straining to see the cows on my way home. There’s just something about them that makes me smile. I’m actually considering moving to India. Okay, not really, but at least they appreciate them there!
It was an afternoon I had been needing. It felt good to be by myself outside of the house and not at work. And seriously, just look at those cows! I tried to fit them all in my car, but only a couple would fit so I had to give up. Someday, I’m going to have a pet cow and no, Tim, you’re not going to be able to eat him.