A Spontaneous Trip

Sunday night I decided to go, monday morning I got up early and boarded a bus to take me away. We snaked our way through the country suburbs and into the Fraser Valley and we crawled up the Coquihalla. The trip was long, but it was worth it to arrive in my parents' new little town of Peachland. It was hot and dry when I arrived and the very first thing we did was buy fresh fruit. Over the two days, we supped in a lovely little restaurant and afterward, with full bellies, walked beside the lake in the warm evening air. We ate our meals on the deck in the peace and quiet; we gardened and I had a small part in making their new house their own. We walked up to a waterfall and had such a lovely photofeast on the way. My stay was too short, but it was so wonderful despite. The bliss of the peace, the quiet, the wind in the trees at night and the cool air through an open window lures me to return.
It was only three days and two nights away, but I missed my loved ones back home. The trip back was stressfully slow as I had to work that evening, but despite being an hour late getting back, it all worked out fine. The most wonderful thing was what was waiting for me at home. A trail of flowers and notes, telling me I was missed and loved. A beautiful bouquet of cheerful flowers and a reminder to slow down and take the time to smell them and enjoy them. It was just what I needed after six hours on a bus, in a state of hurry and stress.
I know right now that I am so incredibly lucky, and so very happy.