Driving back to Canterbury was…a relief. It was the biggest relief in the world not to go back to his empty ranch house and experiment with whatever was left in the fridge. Turning into the farm drive, oaks lined up like sentries whirring past, unlocked the tension across his shoulders. He took a deep breath and the air coming through the cracked windows tasted like leaves going crispy around the edges, and horses, and home. In a week, it had become home.
He was definitely losing it.
~ Whatever Remains, Summer 2013