We had no where to be or nothing in particular to do.
The warmth of the sun was finally baking my bare arms, the wide-open space and fresh air was relaxing as can be.
We wondered around my parents' place and I took random pictures of my mom's beautiful garden/plants - life emerging from the brownness that has surrounded us throughout the winter months.
T explored, imagined, and entertained himself.
Something about it all felt very inspiring to me, and it was just what I needed.