It’s pleasant out here.

It’s very dark and I’m driving in between houses in a quiet neighborhood. When I approach a box I turn on the dome light. In between it is too difficult to see, and my headlamp is best when I’m outside.

The slow, soft rain is ticking the hard metal roof of my truck and soothes the softness of my soul, my heart . . . I like it.

The music provides just the right soundtrack.

The holiday rush is slowing me down. I like that too and I get paid for all this pleasantness to boot.

One boot, my right one is fairly damp from stepping into a dark puddle that I thought was leaves. It was laughable so I did.

Happy holidays to you, all of them.

Christmas? It’s so so pleasant.

Time to amble on.