4th of July weekend this year had an odd quiet hanging over it. Maybe it was the thunderstorms or the heat and the cold of the days that mixed together. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older that the weekend didn’t have the usual fierce joy that I remember from childhood.
But the days were quiet.
Quiet rainy mornings with Chief.
Quiet nights on the lake despite the boom of fireworks all around.
Quiet afternoons sitting on the porch.
Quiet evening in the climbing gym.
The whole weekend felt like it was holding its breath. It makes me wonder what’s to come.