Will you leave the laundry on the floor and the dishes in the sink and the toys where they lay? Will you follow me across the meadow and into the forest? If we put aside our burden of "shoulds" and our clocks and our distractions and simply follow the wind we might find magic waiting for us there.
We'll pack a hasty picnic and eat it on a quilt spread in the tall grass. We can catch insects and explore seeds and pretend that we're hidden from all the world up here. Just us and the birds and the grasshoppers. We'll make forts and watch the milkweed seeds float across the sky.
And then the forest will call us into her shadows. Will you crawl with me across the forest floor, searching for shells and seeds and mushrooms and gnomes? We will get dirt under our nails and scratches on our shins and burrs in our hair. But we might see signs a fairy house or a rainbow spider web or a snake that's bigger than me. Let's go explore…
We might miss bedtime and have to follow that big round moon to get back home but I don't mind. Because it will be a perfect day. And I wouldn't trade all that magic for all the clean dishes or folded laundry in the world.