A Sunday Drive on Wednesday

The road was new to me, as roads always are going back.

Sarah Orne Jewett, American novelist, in The Country Road of Pointed Firs (1896)

The country road, although known to me since childhood trips to grandma's house, seemed unfamiliar as I cruised along well below the speed limit, enjoying the sunny day, the fresh air, and the autumn colours. I felt like a tourist seeing it all for the first time. Glorious.