I live in the hayloft of a 100-year-old barn, on a bucolic Piney River bluff. My husband did the renovation. He’s sexy that way.
Yesterday, early morning, I was returning from errands in the town closest to us, about 10 miles away. My Sirius connection was blaring 60’s music. Smokey Robinson, Jefferson Airplane, The Four Tops. You get the drift, I remembered to breathe.
This is my back road home:
I’m blessed.