A beautiful day calls for time outside, and I answered that call in multiple ways. I weeded different gardens, mowed lawns, and picked roses that smelled ever-so-sweet.
Crossing the busy main street, I decided to read a book by the Mississippi River (read a book sitting near the river, not written by the river). I was so excited to delve into the wonderful pages and travel to another world for a few moments. At first, I wanted to read on some steps, but they were marked off with yellow caution tape, probably because of the rainfall/water gauge levels.
But alas, (I will restrain from divulging all details while being over-dramatic), the very element I was attempting to escape found me. And I was not even trying to let it.
I fought it, by the river, sitting very distractedly, while reading my book. I was glad when I looked at my iPod and found it was time for me to cook supper.
On the ride home I thought about this little happening (how even though I tried to flee from something, it was where I fled to) and was struck with the realisation that has actually struck me more than once: Running from situations, no matter how trivial they may be, will not mend anything.
Running is always an option, but hiding is not a best friend. It is too often that we should be fighting instead of running.