Pure Imagination

We traveled over the soft rises of rolling, green hills, past watercolor blots of blooming trees, into the darkness that awaits after the last glimmers of setting sun fade into night. We continued on our path, past the menacing growls of scruffy coyotes, sailing under the watchful eyes of the fat, grey owl that seems to follow our every move. The wind ruffled our hair, but we smiled. The winding roads matched the weaving of our voices, intertwined in song and laughter. 

So really....

we never left the driveway.

But we did laugh. 

And we sang 

to the crackling radio 

that played, 

even though 

the key was turned backwards.

No engine running.

And it never mattered to Hudson 

that the Jeep wheels

weren't spinning.

His imagination 

was working hard enough.

Make Believe...bring it back. :)

p.s. We really do have a big owl in our yard.  

I think he lives in our Magnolia tree.

He creeps me out a little bit. Eeek.