Tennessee in late October. Oranges, crimsons and golds line the highways in wave after way of densely blanketed mountains. Chiseled dark stone cut through the Cumberland Plateau form jagged walls rising up from the roads' shoulders. A magnificent coming home party for us, hosted by nature.
An evening with friends who live north of Nashville proved once more than true friends do not count the days between visits. We haven't seen Chris and Lorry since 1984 when we all lived in Virginia Beach; last night made that date seem like yesterday.
In five hours we will be back at our temporary home in Missouri. I miss Jasmine and Gypsy. It will be good to be greeted by their licks and wiggles. It will be just like coming home. And since home is where the heart is, then even of that place I can say, there's no place like home.
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