The boys raced to the playground where they busied themselves in the architecture of snow. The little one slept in the backseat of the car, the train book splayed open in his lap. I waited for them to return, drank cough syrup straight from the bottle, and wrote story notes on the back of an envelope, hoping my wheezing coughs wouldn’t wake him. Back home, they opened the package delivered on the back steps, an indoor tent from R (and the gang, Thanks, you’re the best). We set up camp in the living room before dinner. I forgot to roast marshmallows afterwards, next time.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.