I'll be gone, rather. Canoeing, hiking, kayaking. Fresh water and salt. The Pacific coast and a wilderness lake. Mary, Micah and me. And we leave tomorrow.
That feeling, when you were a kid, when summer camp was going to start in a day or two, when your stomach was in knots and you could feel the energy coiled up in each and every muscle. Expectations and joy. Before everything else got so complicated.