Archive for September 6, 2018
You are in your brand new convertible; it feels as if you have waited a lifetime to zip up and down the blacktops that circle city limits with the top down. You are just zooming across an old country highway with the wind in your hair when your phone buzzes: it is your best friend asking how the new ride feels. 500 yards ahead, a deer is contemplating crossing the road to reunite with her fawn.
You are in your lifted truck, your pride and joy that you have had since you graduated high school. You paid for this baby with all of your own hard earned savings, and you have taken care of her well. She is fresh out of the shop with new tires, and you are out for a cruise on the gravel roads to burn some of that brand new rubber. Your radio is cranked and you are leaving a cloud of dust in your wake, when your phone chimes: it is your dad, asking if you wouldn’t mind coming back to the house to take some branches down to the compost site. You are typing out a response while, meanwhile, y