Where I grew up looks nothing like this. Yet, when I heard my bike tires against that blue gravel road today, I was transported, yet again, back to my Long Island driveway.
It’s funny how that always happens.
Blue gravel
Where I grew up looks nothing like this. Yet, when I heard my bike tires against that blue gravel road today, I was transported, yet again, back to my Long Island driveway.
It’s funny how that always happens.
