Opening the door, I zipped my coat against the crisp air and stood mesmerized by the autumn beauty surrounding me. Later I called my husband from my motel room.
Every street is tree-lined, every church has a steeple, every park has a gazebo.
I even spotted the perfect house. At this, Steve laughed. He's come to expect some version of this conversation every time I visit a new town. As a child, my family moved frequently. Steve's childhood was just the opposite.