We’re riding down the highway. I’m in the passenger seat and the Buick feels comfortable and still a little like a boat, so they say. I understand that. Perhaps I can add that we’re floating down the highway, ever so steadily.
The sudden chill in the morning air tells me that fall has arrived. It’s time to move my coziest clothes to the front of the closet and light a few of my most delicious-smelling candles. Soon, dinner will be simmering on the stove all day while countless cups of tea will be sipped.
“A day without laughter is a day wasted” — Charlie Chaplin
