One thing I've been meaning to do is visit an old friend, but she lives almost an hour away and there's always something else I need to do. We finally settled on a day, and as I drove, I kept a mental list of everything that wasn't getting done. So many things I could have, should have been doing instead of this. I pulled off the expressway and started down a stretch of road in the middle of what I call, country. Large estates, farmhouses, lonely road.
In the middle of that road, I saw a crazy image driving in the opposite direction. A Sheriff's prison bus. I looked over and it passed with prisoners on board. Here it is, a gorgeous autumn morning, and these guys are off to court, while I'm off to visit a friend for lunch. Robert Frost could not have dreamt up this, "Road Not Taken."
It was only as I watched that bus disappear in my rearview mirror that I noticed the beauty around me. Trees were golden, the sun was beaming through the clouds. I was free to drive in any direction I wanted to.
I didn't rush my visit. It's a good time any time you don't have to rush a visit because you're not allowed to speak to a friend for more than 3 minutes. Best part of the day was the second cup of coffee.