Today was absolutely beautiful. 72 degrees. I fired up "Red Molly" and headed toward Pirate's Cove, via one of my favorite back roads. It ran along the flood plain of the Tombigbee, in and out of sunlight, forest to field to forest. Flitting fallen leaves had gathered on the shaded pavement so Harleys would blow their skirts up. Life's cares chased me like barking curs but they soon flagged and headed for home.
It's true that life's about sun and shadows, field and deep woods, not least of all, it's about happiness and snarling dogs, hiding under the porch.
On this perfect Mississippi day rumbling pipes spoke truth. Dogs can't bite on a curving autumn road.
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