Just for the weekend ahead. We'll leave this afternoon, aim east and then, ultimately, south.
Why south? you ask.
Because that's where love is.
And what's love?
Many things, actually, but it's first knowing there's a reason to go. Reason full of excitement and anticipation, and it gives way to need.
It's the journey, driving distant yet familiar roads; those that stretch out before you, and the ones back to your heart, too.
Love is the arrival; pulling up on memory from before, history, well-aware there is more where that came from.
It's the gathering of people you've known your entire life; people whose airs, mannerisms, noses reflect your own. Who have connection through blood, marriage, experience and name. It's hugs, laughter, music, food, reminiscence, games, pictures, stories and tears...
I sometimes think there's none greater.
So I'll be gone for a family reunion. I know I'll have a special weekend, and I hope you do, too.
*Remembering those lost 9/11/2001.