A year ago, this would not have occurred to me. Or to be more truthful, it would have occurred to me but I would have quickly brushed the thought aside with an “I really don’t have the time… .”
Things have changed in my life, mostly because I am now 50+ and I realize how fast time is passing. And also, quite frankly, because I write this blog. (Shifting your thoughts to where is the blessing? has a way of changing most everything.)
And so, after a business meeting in Greenville yesterday, I decided to stay over and meet Eliza, who drove over from Clemson, for dinner and a show. I even splurged a bit on a room at The Poinsett Hotel, adjacent to The Peace Center and the Gavin DeGraw/David Cook concert.
It was a grand night filled with good food, great music and mother/daughter conversations we don’t get to have often enough. Then all too soon, morning came and it was time for goodbye kisses and a misting rain drive back to Columbia.
All along the route I was mesmerized by the colors of fall that lined the highways. Do I love the firey red the most? Or the poplar gold? Or is it simply the surprise that for the 52nd time in my life, summer is over, and fall has come again?
I pulled off the interstate, and this is what I found.
I’m thinking I just might paint it. What a beautiful reminder that so much awaits if you simply take the exit.