she wandered restlessly from room to room, a little bored, a little disgusted with herself. there were so many little things that needed to be done around the house. but she didn't want to do a single one of them. no, not a single one. she had this restless feeling quite often but today it was particularly bad. she yearned. for what, she wasn't really sure. she felt a need to be free of obligation and pressure to work a conventional, corporate job. she wanted to to explore every creative itch and every "i wonder what" that sprang from a secret place deep within her soul. she wanted to play full-time, to have the leisure of being 100% selfishly creative 24/7. she sighed.
she knew what would break her out of this funk. she grabbed her camera, threw on her well-worn sandals and headed out the door. immediately, the restless yearning faded, replaced by exhilaration and hope. hope that one day she would get her wish and be able to play to her heart's content. but for today she would take this blessed hour or two to search for that perfect shadow, a gorgeous ray of sunshine peeking thru a dark cloud or an abandoned nest in the top of a swaying tree. the familiar sound of the aperture opening and closing soothed her and she was at peace.
