I drove south on Wednesday afternoon kind of numb. And tired since I’d been up since 3 AM. And blown away by the very nice lady in the bridal store who hadn’t backed away when I sobbed out my story that I was looking for a white dress for my grandmother to be buried in. (I have never seen her wear white. But we found, in her papers, that she wanted to be buried in a white dress with a scarf and long pink gloves. I’m not surprised that even in a coffin she wanted to be elegant and different.)
Anyway, it was a cold and gray and rainy drive. Until I turned the corner and got my first glimpse of the mountains – about 10 minutes away from my destination. The sky opened up to blue warm light with peaceful clouds. It was a great drive. I didn’t listen to any music or even NPR. Just silence.
I like a healthy dose of silence.
I love fall. It’s such a warm season.