I have the strange desire to lock myself up in a moving vehicle with the family and hit the roads for a couple of hours. My husband and I will argue over what genre of music to listen to; my eighties to his rap. The kids will complain that it's to hot and that it is taking too long. And I will stare gleefully out the window at golden fields and auburn trees, until we reach an unknown destination for a bite to eat, and some picture taking, before we set out again. Driving is especially beautiful this time of year.
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