After two days in New York Kyle and I flew to Kansas City. From there we made our way to my Dad’s condo at Lake of the Ozarks. I didn’t know what to expect but was hoping for some settled peace and quiet. Luckily it was just that. Not too much running around or too many dinners out (which always seem to add up to too many while visiting home). The hardest decisions were something along the lines of whether to swim or read.
I often forget what a “clear” sky looks like. Even on sunny days in Shanghai there is a haze. You get used to it, but after going home you really see (and breathe) what you’re missing. I apologize in advance to too many pictures that have to do with the sky.
That dang dead armadillo