copyright – Indira by way of Scott Vanatter
“It’s good to see you dad,” she said squeezing him.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He replied, still embracing her, “How is college?”
“More school I guess. Where have you been? It’s taken you three months to get here from Billy’s house.”
“Well, the Mountains outside Chattanooga took my breath away, as if I was seeing creation for the first time, seeing beauty I was incapable of understanding before.”
“But don’t you miss LA, corporate parties, fancy cars, thousand dollar suits… the money?”
“Are you kidding? I have the freedom of the open road, the tranquility of nature whenever I want it. No, This ol van is all I need. That rat race was killing me!”
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Lewis Cave 
That’ll be my retirement, darling — as long as there’s A/C and a minibar. And a designated driver… and a good stereo… well, maybe it’s ALMOST my retirement.
It sounds like you’ll need a tour bus with groupies. I hope you can sing, or act, or impress a talentless reality show recruiter! Thanks for reading.
Good choice, for him and you.
janet
Good for him and pleasant journey! Nice read.
Nice sentiments. Well done.
Tow very different lifestyles. How blessed is he to have the opportunity to experience them both.
I love the beauty of the words used here. We need our freedom to wander.
Some day…
Freedom to be one with Creation. That is what I call making the right transition from the rat race.
Dear Lewis,
You wrote an ardent desire for many of us. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
That sounds like a dream to me, just meandering around, enjoying nature. 🙂 Great story.
Ah, the pleasure of freedom.
Beautifully generated feeling of tranquility.
Thank you.
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