If you’ve been following along, this post is part of a (nearly) once-a-day-month-long-blogging-brouhaha with my pals Amanda Hollinger, Monica Wyche, and Ami Worthen.
Driving home from Hilton Head today, I steered through steely clouds until sun peeked through, until steel gave way to blue. I wound through bits of towns: gas stations, roadside stands, cinder block houses, trailers, water towers. And then, dark gold winter marsh like a tarnished, tired crown, then opulent waterfront houses, three or four at a time, then stands of trees, scrub forest, the road bending out of sight.
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