I took the day off and went to my favorite volcano. It's about an hour from my house, a gorgeous drive through the heart of the mojave. I had a perfect picnic lunch with prosecco, cheese and crackers packed. Mr D was in the passenger seat. The top was down. It was 78 in Amboy, and we had a lovely hike to the center of the volcano. Gazing upon the black lava flows -- I never tire of this landscape.
I watched butterflies zoom and flit in the wind. How surprising, I thought, butterflies on a volcano. The wind was relentless, but refreshing. The sun was warm. My feet crunched on rock and sunk into sand. Up on the rim, overlooking the world, I remembered it was Thursday afternoon. No day job to hold me back from adventures!