First 2 hours of my New England mini-vacation, following a full work day and 2 flights to get out of Texas -
Frantic tunneling out of Boston in a newfangled rental car, exhaustion-fueled directional confusion until I'm safely on one of the long country roads that lead me back to this corner of NH
America runs on Dunkin' here - the girl at Alamo couldn't believe that Texas doesn't run on Dunkin, and after tonight, I can't either,
90s on 9 all the way home, the leaves rustling on the narrow winding roads a benediction.
At last at home, and the dog still remembers me, and loves me in his sleepy, middle-aged priceless way. Embracing the antique, crisp clutter on the kitchen table, the three table lamps that suffice as lighting in my room growing up. Cool air the default, the heat not really on yet. 45 degrees in the middle of the night. Forgot what fall felt like and tomorrow I get to see what it looks like.
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