I didn’t pick up my camera once this week. I was too busy being sick (thank you, stomach bug). By Friday I was mostly better and managed to deliver the Adventurer and her friend to dance class on time (no small accomplishment).
When the Butterfly, Princess and I returned to pick them up, we watched an incredible sunset.
Not the one in the picture.
Our sunset was not over any such glamorous spot as downtown Manhattan. We watched the with amazement from a parking lot, as the sun set over a strip mall in Monroe, Connecticut.
The girls were mesmerized.
The photo above was taken by my husband (Wilderness Dad) from a treetop (skyscraper) in the jungle (Manhattan) where he works.
We were all watching at the same time.
And sweetly connected by something beautiful.
Often, it seems like we exist on different planets, with me homeschooling in last stop before no where suburbia while he spends his days in Manhattan. I’m not complaining about my life here. I chose it. I like the quiet and solitude and space. I wouldn’t mind crossing the line into rural Connecticut. Still, we’re in two different worlds.
And I appreciate the little connections every now and then.