The Sunday of our girls’ trip to New Hampshire, four of us remained after breakfast. We had said goodbye to my friend’s cousin the night before, and the mother-daughter team headed back to Vermont post-pancakes. The rest of us took a walk and chatted about our concerns back home, once in a while stopping to notice the icicles, sunny path, and partially frozen lake.
Then we piled in the car to drive back down to Connecticut, where we would split for our respective trips home.
At a gas station, while my friend nourished the car I ran out and got excited by these scenes that reminded me of early to mid-1900s American painters like Edward Hopper and Grant Wood.