Walking, duffle bag in hand, across the rain-soaked driveway in the pre-dawn darkness, looking up surprised to see stars instead of clouds.
Stopping 15 minutes down the road because I didn’t have to go at home.
Crossing the Tennessee State Line enveloped in fog, the windshield wipers clearing the accumulating mist.
Driving past the Shady Lawn Rest Center, confused about, well, the lack of trees on the grass in the front of the building.
Feeling better about my own drive as I pass the guy with the Wisconsin license plates.
Smiling as I around the curve and see the Nashville Skyline. Even though my daughters are now in their late twenties, I still think of the most prominent building as the Bat Tower.
Crossing the Kentucky State Line, singing along with the Allman Brothers. “Ramblin Man.” What a coincidence.
Rolling the dice and deciding not to take the bypass around Louisville. Good call! That’s not always the case.
Crossing the last state line for the day as the Ohio River rolls on below the bridge.
Hugs to end the trip!