The sun has hidden behind a cloud bank, soon to drop below the ridge. It’s maybe 65 degrees, breezy — but not what I would call windy — and the Columbia slips quietly past my door. I’m done for the day; Michele is inside, prepping a pair of fat porkchops, the dogs are rolling around in the grass, wrestling over a coveted stick.
This is the evening that filled your mind’s eye when you signed up for a drifting lifestyle.
I’ll play some Dire Straits for both of you and your journey together.
“Walk of Life” would be perfect.
It looks lovely and peaceful!
In this case, looks are not deceiving.