I’m going to Tennessee, she said.
And I saw her there–above sun-dappled water, head thrown back, hair glistening. And I felt homesick for the water. Just hold on, I thought I heard her say. Your turn is coming soon.
Hey, friend, enjoy the lake. You made me think of this song this week.
Also in honor of Emily’s Imperfect Prose on Thursdays. Empty of prose today, so sharing a bit of Mindy. She’s one of my favorites.