Tragedy.

Took the morning to head out at seven with the siblings in tow and hike the butte at the edge of our tiny town. I packed tea and mugs and we all brought poems to share with each other. There were lots of tears. Not because of the poetry, but the hiking. It rained. It was icy. It was muddy.
But I loved it.
None of it was serendipitous.
But I still loved it.

We should do it more often.