No Place Like the Feeling of Home

Driving down Highway 17 on a drab Saturday morning. Damp asphalt. A thin layer of fog floats through the trees. Roadwork makes narrow shoulders non-existent shoulders. Wandering wildlife hide behind blind corners. Sun and fog peep through green giants. I feel the comfort of the heater on my feet while the smell of the trees…Read more No Place Like the Feeling of Home