Last night, to help me beat my cabin fever, Brad took me out for a walk around a nearby lake. The sun was just lying down to rest, and even though I don't have the fanciest camera in the world, I was able to snap a few gems once I remembered my sunset setting.



On our way back to the car, we decided to explore the park on the opposite side of the beach. A few minutes down the trail, I noticed three furry, little creatures hopping out of the brush and pointed them out to Brad, who was thrilled to discover that they were baby raccoons, scavenging for food. Of course, he had to follow them to take photos and video . . . I, on the other hand, kept a more comfortable distance.

Today is more of the usual--tucking things into storage and shining my work history up like a brand-new penny. It's a little daunting to think that I'm back to this point, but I've been here before, and I made it just fine. I can't help but think that there is something great out there waiting for me, and it's just a matter of time before the two of us meet.