No matter where you go, there you are.
Drinking a giant mug of joy juice (coffee) I hear birds singing this morning in a happy way. It’s obvious that change is coming. Life is changing.
Yesterday I enjoyed my back yard in Knoxville, TN. This morning I woke up in Plainfield, IN. In a few short hours we will trek to Danville. A sleepy little town west of the big city. A comforting place where life seems slower and nostalgic. There’s love waiting for us there. A cute dollhouse cottage with a small front porch and a swing. Always a welcoming smile and hug at the entrance, it’s a small home full of character and memories.
The drive from here to there is beautiful in its own right. Narrow curvy roads hug corn fields most of the way. Occasionally we will spot a deer gracefully wading through what’s left of last year’s corn stalks. A replica of Sheriff Andy Taylor’s police car is parked in front of the Mayberry Cafe in the quaint downtown area. A true Americana style town, it’s pricey to live here. The old gas stations boast of the available fuel with rather hefty price tags & public parks aren’t exactly free. I was told once, “they’d tax the air if they could figure out how to.” I still see it as a happy place though.
Away from the city, the dirt in Indiana is sweet. Not candy sweet, but mossy sweet from a wet winter, like new fallen rain. It’s a musty smell like my beloved grandmother’s cellar that makes my heart happy. As we drive, I’ll catch a sweet whiff of it if I’m lucky. The air here is different, it doesn’t squeeze my chest like east TN. It’s a little easier to breathe & a little easier to walk.
It’s another day, another adventure and another opportunity to love each other.