Gravette, Arkansas, Hwy 72 and down Stagecoach Rd to the south

Driving down a country road in the Ozark Mountains,

I am bathed in continuous cathedrals built out of tree bridges framing the road.

Tall oak-hickory woodland trees frame each side and over the top of you.

Honeysuckle vines blooming along the fence rows and Shasta daisies winking back at you,

as the mighty tree elders greet you with a warm hello, “My friend, where have you been?”

And I say, “Yes, I certainly do remember you!”

I do remember what this feels like, just driving down a country road!