Wandering Wednesday

As opposed to describing my writing style, the wandering this Wednesday refers to the joys of exploring the many back roads in Mathews; taking some time to meander aimlessly through life down quaint little byways and nameless lanes, leisurely stopping to check for No Trespassing signs take in the sights which can't be seen from the main road.

Last week's trip to Mobjack was rife with side trips down lanes that just begged to be explored. When I'm driving somewhere unfamiliar and cute little roads are waving and jumping up and down, hollering for me to come in and take a look around, who am I to say no?

I've already forgotten the name of this wharf, probably because I could barely focus on anything over and above the No Trespassing signs posted everywhere I can't remember my own name most days, but the road had "mill" in the name. Or "factory." Or "Fig Newton," I don't know, it's a detail I just didn't focus on and cannot remember. Plus I'm too lazy to pull out the map.

So, in conclusion, it turns out that the wandering does indeed apply to my writing, my thinking and, now, my driving.

Pass the Fig Newtons.

The End.