Saturday was so calm and soothing. I could never take credit for how lovely it played out. That was all well beyond my doing.
For my part, I drove across the bridge, over railroad tracks, and down to the water’s edge.
Where I hopped (with help from a nearby rock) onto my Jeep’s bonnet …
And singularly watched the mighty River flow past me …
Heading east, towards the Atlantic.
I must have stayed there undisturbed for almost an hour.
The weather. The water. The view.
It was, in a word. Romantic.
Eastbound.
That’ll be me this Thursday.
I’ve a new route this time. It will be here to Detroit to Amsterdam to Bristol.
I normally go through Atlanta or Boston, but those flights were booked.
So via Detroit it is … and surprisingly with better flying times.
That’s my thing.
I don’t mind connecting flights (really don’t have a choice at this point). But I always go for the shortest combined trip duration over best-price. And since my dates are usually flexible, I tend to get the flights I want without having to choose.
No worries. Delta’s got me covered. Normally it’s 16 hours. This one is a little over 14.
But that’s Thursday.
Today I’m going to continue the Saturday trend … and enjoy what’s in front of me.
Right now it’s a cup of Italian- blend coffee, The Wilkinsons singing harmony about Jimmy’s new girlfriend, and a soaking rain out my window.
Gentle.
Hushed.
And, just like the river yesterday. Romantic.
What else can I say?
Happy Sunday.