August 2009
3 posts
Just us
We planned a weekend of camping and riding with friends.
One by one, the other couples ended up cancelling out.
So it’s just Taylor and I, heading off on the bike tomorrow morning with a tent and some Corona. A few limes and some eats.
We’re gonna enjoy the ride, just us. Pitch the tent, just us. Paddle a canoe and sip Corona while we chill, just us.
And it actually sounds...
In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never...
– Richard Kincaid, The Bridges of Madison County, Robert James Waller