Nash

Monday morning dawns bright and sunny, hot and humid, even for this time of year in North Georgia. I’m standing out on my back deck, drinking the cup of coffee I enjoy before I leave for the shop, trying to wrap my brain around what’s happened to me over the weekend.

When I woke up Sunday morning (yes, we spent a whole twenty-four hours together), Taylor was gone. A note on her pillow telling me she was glad to have been the person to end my long drought, ...