Autumn driving

I spent hours in my Explorer today, driving country roads. It was the perfect day for it. Crisp and cool. The sky was a clear blue it can only be this time of year. I was alone, but not lonely.

Years ago, I drove by myself from Los Angeles to San Diego on a day just like today. I was young, naïve, in love, and awestruck by the beauty of the area. I’d never been out of Texas before and had never been particularly adventurous. Yet there I was, driving down the coast of California on a cloudless, sparkling day. It seemed surreal then, and it still does.

The love didn’t last, but the memory has.