It's the road that runs behind our house. I confess that I loved it more before it connected all the way through the next town over, but it's still a pleasant drive on weekday mid-mornings.
Today, I drove through, then deliberately flipped a u-turn to repeat the experience. I always say that between the warm temperatures and dearth of beautifully colored leaves, Fall isn't a real season here. But this single stretch of road reminds me of home and of a real Autumnal experience. And for that little slice of familiarity, I'm thankful.
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