That old familiar pillow…
by Bonnie Tate
"No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow."
It was actually a little exciting to roll back in to our driveway on Saturday. Kind of like crossing a finish line. Our energy for being on the road was all but faded on our last day of driving, and I was grateful for the old, familiar pillow. (The pre-trip dishes in the sink were not a welcome sight, however.)
This trip had the effect of a broom sweeping out my brain. It's so nice to get out of familiar ruts of thought, whether for a day or a few weeks, and let your mind wander around in new territory.
And it was wonderful for my eyes too. Watching landscape upon landscape reminded me of the strange and unforgettable intermission film I used to see at the drive-in theater in Memphis; a color-saturated montage of landscapes and monuments, set to America the Beautiful, interspersed with close-ups of corndogs and candy…We did a lot of candy eating too, so it fits.
Landscape upon landscape, here are my favorite spots from the last leg of our journey ~
I'm thankful we made it safely across the country and back, wanting only for more time. And only running into a few bumps…
And a BIG snake. I lived in Memphis for nearly four years and never saw a snake. I spend one afternoon with my dog and he finds one! We think it was a cottonmouth but aren't sure…This could have been ended badly, thank goodness it didn't.
Here's to more good trips, and returning home to appreciate your old, familiar bed too.