Let me first start by saying that our house is not unattended. I'm always amazed at what people publish and what they let the whole world know. I say this knowing that people can level that charge right back at me.
I went to bed very early on Friday night, as I often do. I was up by 2 a.m. on Saturday, on the road by 2:20. I was surprised by how many people were still out driving at that hour, but perhaps I shouldn't be; it's just after closing time for many venues of entertainment, after all.
As I drive, I find the hour just before sunrise to be hardest. It's not because I get tired, but because I'm tired of the dark. It seems there's a metaphor/symbol there, beyond, "The darkest hour is just before the dawn."
I was planning to arrive at my grad school friend's house in the early afternoon, but I was making such good time that I was early. I yearned for a cozy bakery where I might settle in and journal for an hour, but I would have been happy to see a Panera. It became clear that I wasn't going to find either, so I came up with an even better plan.
I went to the South Carolina Artisans Center in Walterboro, SC:
I loved walking through the center and seeing the art.
They have sparkling clean bathrooms. The people are very friendly. As I left, I saw this picnic table and decided to do a bit of journaling.
I'm trying to create a sketch every day:
I didn't feel like I had time to linger so I made a very simple sketch and got back on the road again. But it was a very refreshing stop, even though it's a bit further away from the highway than I usually go.
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