Vignettes
Only a couple paved road surfaces the rest are gravel no traffic lights or street lights; instead, starlight and moonlight. There is no Main street, no Main Street businesses no businesses at all.
But there are back roads all that’s needed, providing you’re not in a tizzy to scurry off somewhere.
There was a time, long gone on a typical evening with no traffic you could cruise with a libation that, if consumed in moderation, cleared the mind and relieved the spleen.
Sipping and talking, moving and dreaming, singing and laughing, listening to the radio if you could find a station youthful tensions born of love-loss distractions all slipped away hope was restored.