School is over and I went to visit my family in the countryside. It was a much needed vacation. Something about nature realigns us.
On one of the days there, I hiked down to the creek with my mother to capture some sounds. After stomping and splashing around for a good hour or so trying to cross the creek (which was pretty swift and pretty wide), we made it. I ended up playing around on the strumstick as well. Nothing fancy. Just some fun.
It was great to be able to catch up with my family. As I get older, I find that I cherish more and more the little moments… like crossing freezing mountain creeks with my mother, and walking through expansive caves with my father. They are splendid people, and I will forever cling to the moments that I’ve been granted.