I drove home from the beach yesterday, through South Carolina and through most of North Carolina. I went through some tiny, cute towns that looked frozen in the 1940s. I saw trees covered with Spanish moss, which always makes everything look so graceful and romantic. I love long drives in my car–this one was about five hours. For the first three hours, I didn’t listen to music or my audiobook–just drove in the silence and let the road unfurl before me.
Back at home I fell into familiar rhythms, doing things around the house, walking the property with the dogs. Most of the trees have now lost their leaves, and they lie thickly on the ground.
My dog just walked up to the dining table, burped, and walked away. Just thought I would share that with you.
It’s dark, wet, and chilly outside. It feels good to be inside, eating leftover pizza.
I hope everyone reading this is cozy somewhere too.