Best friends annual road trip mini weekend, this time to Fallingwater. This marvel of art and nature. Holding hands. Looping arms. Stopping to gather wild flowers, buying berries and cantaloupes on the side of the road. We ride along listening to birds and crickets and the wind streaming by, rap on the radio, yelling about The Handmaid’s Tale and Margaret Atwood novels, Two Dope Queens and Broad City, “Girlboss"; and “My Favorite Murder.” This is the time for us we’re shouting, toasting leftover iced teas and soda water, the road open, lit by the sun, its life
giving power, making everything green and gold and ripe with promise.