A Good View

Almost every morning while the kids were here we would pile Into the golf cart and head over to a nearby hotel for coffee and treats. The boys love to yell in this long corridor because of the echo. I love the view. The boys are gone of course, but we wanted to check at the golf course there to see if Bo’s lost putter had been turned in. We found the putter, and I got the good view down the hallway, albeit without the echoes of little boys’ voices.
Grateful today for...quiet views. Noisy boys I will see within a week. The last days of vacation.