24 Hours

On Thursday, Cheyenne and I went to the cabin for a 24-hour break, a break in which we swam and relaxed, breathed fresh air, watched the sun go down and heard all sorts of birds during the day and humming insects at dusk and dawn. On Friday we came back to Houston. It was a perfect mini-vacation. It was so brief, however, I'm sitting here right now and shaking my head asking did that really just happen?