Writing to you from New Hampshire where the sky is gray, the leaves full of color.
Long ass two hours in steady rain this morning to get from Providence to Boston (normally a 45 minute zip) in bumper to bumper blah of a four-lane parking lot.
Lots of time to think about this very same scene happening concurrently in places all over the world-- Chicago, Ohio, Paris, L.A., you name it-- what the heck.
Do people really do this e.v.e.r.y. day?
Man. Do I have some blessings to count.
All worth it-- lovely walk with the dogs in our old stomping ground followed by beer and dinner at the pub.
Low on words, high on the woods.
And flowers. Always flowers.