Don’t get too comfortable // ⛺️ Yesterday evening an older man pulled into camp on his motorcycle. He pulled behind him his (surprising) few essentials: a tent, a small cooler strapped to the axle, and a canteen. He wore fringe chaps and a toggle-button sweater, a kind, weathered face and a contented loneliness in his countenance.
He made camp quickly and strolled to the bathhouse, stopping in to visit our dog on the way. “He’s all out of sorts,” I told the man, trying to explain Corbin’s aloof behavior. He looked at me and nodded. “Aren’t we all?” He had broken camp and left by the time dew drops falling from the trees forced me from our tent early this morning — on to his next adventure where he finds comfort in the roaming. Where perhaps he has found peace in the being out of sorts.
Hot French-press Mess. ⛺️ 🌲 🔥 #weouthere
No greater compliment! Thank you, @rebekahchilders!
Gobbled these up in just a few days.
Still a dream. Thank you for buying, reading, sharing. (and shoutout to fellow #Nashville author @jenniferjustus8 for holding this stack down) #amreading #goodreads #southernliterature