There is about December

an urge to travel slowly -- the light perhaps and the sudden oncoming of night, the chill, the waning year (this year, a good thing) -- by taking the long way no matter where I'm headed (through an extra gorge on the way to North Carolina or on a stroll around an unfamiliar town like Murphy or even Manchester, normally just blurs along by-pass or interstate), and then I am grateful for my parents' example.

Anticipation

I love driving. By myself.

No music or loud music. My choice.

I especially love driving on back roads, winding along back roads, moving through beautiful scenery, mountains and vistas.

But mostly I love driving to people I want to see.

It's good to go to family at Thanksgiving.