Three Weeks

How about that?

Three weeks to the day with no Internet. No email. No blog. No late nights reading with bleary eyes like this one here.

Three weeks in the woods under Oaks and Maples and Pines. In tents. On the ground most of the time. With aching hips and feet and a scraggly face for family to cringe at in the morning.

Three weeks in the rain most of the time. And in the cold some of the time. And in the sun not enough of the time. But three welcome weeks away from the heat of Central Texas where temperatures soared.

Three weeks of not knowing what day it was, except when people showed up, signaling the arrival of a Monday, say, or when they left, signaling a Wednesday. Three weeks of not being sure of the date and not really caring.

Three weeks of rain water and river water and lake water and well water.

Three weeks with family and friends.

Three weeks under the trees.

It was three blessed weeks.

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