“Hello, I must be going.”
Off we go, into the wild, blue yonder.
You can’t get there from here.
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal…
Life in the summer, in a village where the canal slices through Main Street, is a busy, fast-slow place to hang out. When the canal bridge goes up, street traffic comes to a complete stop. And backs up. And tests your patience.
For some of us.
Others of us bend with the flow. Live in the moment. Sit back and enjoy it. Smile sweetly. Bask in the sun, knowing that this too, shall pass. Much too soon. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]