Rode my bicycle around, got lost, turned the wrong way and found myself back in the neighborhood park. Spent the afternoon writing on a picnic table.
When the sun went down, the grass around me started twinkling with flirting fireflies. Stayed there watching them flash for mates with the stupidest smile on my face until a grasshopper jumped on my table and looked me straight in the eye. That was my cue to go back home inside the safety of my walls. It’s a jungle out there!