Cowgirls and Such
Gloomy rain under a menacing sky, intermittent wipers framing a blurred landscape. A chill in the air, my nose is rosy, my pace hurried, chattering teeth, a shiver, the sweltering summer, a long forgotten friend. There is melancholy in the shift of seasons, especially evident in the drear of a heavy sky and a steady deluge. Reminiscing moments of a carefree summer with family and friends lifts my spirit, although I didn't hit the gazillionaire lottery, get a tattoo or swim with sharks, I do count my blessings, forever the lucky one. Nashville with a pack of unruly honky tonkin' Grandmas, testing the waters since my last trip with local, loco ladies. Cautiously slinking past suspicious bouncers, avoiding eye contact, the city has apparently recovered from the menace of unsupervised gray hairs, although I do anticipate a self induced ban on tequila shooters and senior conga. Our vintage tribe rocking identical cowgirl shirts depicting sharp shooting, bronco riding, s...