Cent slowed for a skunk meandering across the road ahead. “Mating season. Wrong time of year to be searching for love if you ask me.”
“It’s their time.” Dane’s hand remained on her shoulder. “All things have their happy season.”
And you’re remembering one of ours just like I am. “I’m not certain where I’m at on the road anymore.”
“Well, it’s February. Valentine’s Day was last week and—”
“Get your head back on the drive.
Do something nice for a loved one, for yourself, or for the universe because love, as they say, is love. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️