A little while back I played a game called, Brocken Picture Phone. It's kinda like Pictionary meets the Telephone Game. One person will come up with a phrase and then someone else will draw it and then someone tries to guess the phrase, and the process keeps going until you run out of players. The results can be pretty spectacular. There was one round in particular that captured my imagination. The phrase I ended up with was "Having lost its cupcake, the werewolf howled forlornly at the moon." It was just so randomly specific and painted such a vivid image in my head. Once the game was over I still couldn't get the image out of my head so I decided I'd draw it in its full glory.

When everything started shutting down a part of me panicked. I couldn't be trapped at home I'd go insane. I need to go out into the world and discover new things! Thankfully, I recently discovered a park near my house. It doesn't seem to be very well known. Each time I've gone I've seen maybe 5 people there total.  I've started calling it my secret park.

​To me my secret park represents freedom. Just knowing it's there makes me feel less trapped. When I need it most there's somewhere to escape. Somewhere to explore and have adventures... I miss having adventures.

The first time I went it was such a relief to just be outside. I wandered around half the park not yet realizing how much more there was to see. The next time I went I found the other half which had trails. The time after that I climbed trees and rocks. Each time I went back I discovered more. There seemed to be just enough to keep me fascinated.

What stood out to me the most was the reflections in the creek. Of course, I almost missed that entirely. I had just finished learning why I shouldn't climb a specific type of rock and had wandered over to the water's edge to clean up when it happened. I was turning around to leave and fell down for seemingly no reason and landed in just the perfect spot. I laughed because at that moment I could practically hear nature telling me to "sit yo ass down."

​I'd landed in an indent just far enough from the edge that I could stretch my feet out without them getting wet. And I just sat there for a bit. I listened to the birds' chirp and the water burble along while staring out at the trees. There were trees beside me, in front of me, and from my vantage point, the reflection made it seem as though they were under me. I was enveloped in trees. There was something so safe and reassuring about that. I started to see the reflections in the water differently. They were reminders of the glory around me and in my imagination possible doorways to a parallel upside-down world. I'm not sure how long I zoned out there feeling swaddled within the trees while imagining far off worlds, but eventually the urge to roam returned as it always does with me. ​I left the park thinking of that moment and anticipating many more like it to come.

"The exact origins of the spoon are murky, though archaeologists do have fossils that assert Neanderthal cultures may have fashioned crude, spoon-like instruments out of sea-shells and animal bones. The first remnant of spoons as we know them were found in the ruins of Ancient Egypt, and harken back to 1000 BC."- Thrillist.com
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I believe that the spoon is an under-appreciated staple of modern life. Which is why I've created a short story demonstrating their importance and documenting their struggles. Read it here.​

Now I'd love to say that it was an amazing park and that it's for the better I ended up there instead, but honestly, it was just okay. It had a couple of sculptures that were kinda neat but I guess that coolest part was the bridges.

There were a few bridges in that area and there was this spot under one of them that was especially cool. You could hear the cars driving over top. I've heard cars drive past plenty of times before but this time made me pause. It made me think of how my Yorkie has this one spot where she stands to bark and it echos just right so she sounds huge... I don't know how to explain it better than that. For a second I saw something ordinary in a completely new light and then it was over.​

I NEEDED to get out of my house, so bad weather be damned I decided I'd go hiking. That didn't go as planned... Not only was the weather against me but the Nature Preserve I was trying to go to, Cove Spring Park, was closed. With everything being closed these days I wasn't super surprised but I was disappointed. I was bound and determined to go on an adventure today so I kept going and ended up at Kentucky River Park.​

I recently went biking at Legacy trails. The trail is beautiful. A section of it even goes past the horse park. Hopefully, they'll expand that part soon, it was just a little too short for my liking. 

I'd say the part that stood out the most from my trip, aside from the amazing blue of the sky, was the wind. It was such a windy day. There were a couple of times I was convinced I'd be blown over. Windy days are the best days to ride in my opinion. They're more challenging and more fun. I love the wind. 

My favorite thing to do on windy days is to face into the wind, close my eyes, throw my hands out to the side, and pretend I'm flying. There's so much power in the wind if you embrace it.

The whole bike ride all I could do was stare at the grass and the trees around me, everything was swaying in the wind. Strong bursts would skim over the grass and bring a field to life, making the grass look like an ocean, and the trees were dancing to the rhythm of the cosmos. Windy days are my favorite days.