Day turns to night and night turns to day. It’s morning now. Even through windows shut tight to keep out the heat, I can hear the birds singing. The birds go on singing no matter what. It takes time to sing and time to listen. Life’s all about time. It’s all we really have and don’t. Enjoy it.
It’s 101°. And the Scion speaks: “This is the perfect spot. Doing my best to keep cool under three digit skies. Who cares if she has to walk a mile to go shopping?”🛍️😘
What’s this?! What kind of car is this? It was a beauty. Somehow, I just knew this was something different, special. I googled it. A vintage 1976-78 Ford Mustang Cobra II, celebrated by fans as an authentic, fun-to-drive time capsule of 1970s American street culture and retro styling. What was it doing in the village church parking lot? I scratched my head.