When Chocolate Makes a Picnic (and a lake makes an ocean)
We hiked. So many miles. On trails poorly marked. There was sun. It was hot. There was wind. It was cold. But never at the same time and neither felt a reprieve one from the other. Antagonizing. He was on a work trip. We had two days. It was hard to be okay. It was hard not to yell. Impossible to not complain. Breath mints in my pocket. I had forgotten. They were cool and wet. We laughed. Ate our lunch in the van and started over. Feeling refreshed we got a little cheeky and had our picnic after all.
Chocolate citrus sunshine and sand.
p.s. I will be purposely planning chocolate picnics from now on.