Well, last evening K-Man and I literally headed off into the sunset.
And it was glorious.
Western Kansas has never been more ravishing!
The ginormous windmills on the plains were spectacular.
I wish my pictures could show just how cool they looked, all majestic-like,
as the sun went down behind them.
Hundreds of them!
And this one had an American flag.
I stood up proud right there in our little car and said the Pledge of Allegiance!
I had my little spot carved out in the car.
Bag of magazines on the left.
Purse with various sundries on the right.
My Kindle on my lap.
And life was grand.
K-Man and I were two crazy kids on a Love Mission!
And then on the last leg of our big long drive,
I concluded that sitting in that blasted shoe-box car was no different than
riding the claustrophobic tram to the top of the St. Louis Arch,
and I nearly scaled to the top of it for sweet, glorious freedom and fresh air.
And to start a whole new life.
K-Man has never been more attractive to me than that moment.
But we finally arrived, intact and still married.