A Saturday drive to a family gathering down old highways of Louisiana on an overcast day turned into an inspiring journey. Bridges that stretch across the winding Mississippi listening to Bessie Smith, a good man is hard to find, beekeepers along the roadway, a family of little raccoons playing on the highway, old farmhouses and ramshackle barns, deserted trucks and leaning Willowy trees, crops and tractors, marshes and overgrowth, and my favorite of all overgrowth... the kudzu vine. Cajun cookbooks at truck stops and sweet rough face countrymen holding the door for you and telling you you look pretty. Listening to audiobooks as I drive, seeing horses and crows, doves and Osprey. Trains, hay bales, piles of things burning, crepe myrtle farm, places with names like Big Cane, one room churches with graveyards, old arrow signs, bait shops, and boiled peanuts. Today gave me the gift of time and things left untouched.