Twenty-four minutes might not be enough time to capture the today I’ve had.
Awake with a cup of coffee from the first clean in-room coffee pot. Cereal without milk, but blueberries to make the meal. A drive across state lines to the river’s edge. A boat rental, a trip downstream, sandwiches in the cove where the ducks came begging. Anchored to a tree and tubing in the icy waters of the river that shares the name with the place we call home. Sitting on the pier, arms propped behind me, watching my two favorites fish while the buzzards circle overhead. A slow drive back to civilization, interrupted by a walk over Memorial Bridge and a drive over the Hoover Dam.
Eighteen more minutes left, and I still haven’t captured dinner, groceries, and a return to our room, but those are not the things that make for good slices. The tiny head resting on my back as I race to get this slice in, these are the moments this challenge was made for. Sixteen minutes to spare… I’ll spend the making the most of these kinds of moments.
I’m participating in the 9th annual slice of life challenge hosted by two writing teachers.