concrete

concrete Somedays, I feel trapped and lost in the smell of concrete and the overwhelming scrape of buildings blocking out the sky. Having grown up in a small town surrounding by wide open spaces and lakes and ponds and trees and sky sky sky everywhere, I sometimes feel a bit claustaphobic living in a city. Mostly I enjoy it but there are days when it wears away at my soul and leaves me longing for a field, a fence and a big blue sky.

It has been a bit of a wonky day and I can't even say why because I have no real good reason. Nothing a snuggle with my boys, a glass of red wine, some m&ms, some good movies and some hot pizza won't help I am thinking so I am off to do just that.