March 22, 2013 at 8:15 am in Pine Journal
We awoke to the sound of doves cooing conversationally outside our window. The soft “whup, whup, whup” of the ceiling fan stirred the thin percale sheet that lay over us. And as I slid out of bed and into my sandals, I could already sense the heat of the day.
By evening, we were stuck in the driveway….