I’m driving on Hillcrest Road. It was getting busier and busier by the minute. I just dropped my eldest son, S, to his school nearby. But that view. I feel the urge to stop. But…but…the cars. The traffic. The chores. The To-Do List. But…
I couldn’t resist.
The bright sunlight. The big blue up above. That view of green and more green and that moving dot in the distance. A tractor? A watering truck? Whatever it is, it’s working the spring fields.
I don’t know what it is about a wide expanse of green that make me all happy-happy inside. It may be the farm girl DNA in me. May be because my ancestors in Bataan were all farmers.
Don’t resist it.