on the road: the beginning

It's honestly not that I suppose you're enchanted by every small detail of our lives that I tell our tales.
It's just that.... I like the details.
The details are mostly where I find my smiles.

Like loading up the truck by the light of the front porch at 11pm.

and like this

and this
and waking the babes up and being on the road before dawn.

And like finding homebase

and all the romance that brings.
Not smile-worthy to you, I know...

but motel room air conditioners just do something for me.
I can't explain it.

It's begun.