Orange Gatorade
I stopped at a convenience store this afternoon on the way home that I stop by quite often.
One, I needed an orange Gatorade.
Two, thereβs an interesting old house across the street and Iβve been carrying the Mavic Mini pretty much everywhere with me because, well, ya never know.
The house has been there far longer than I have. Recently cleared tress revealed it to me a couple of months ago. Like I said, I needed the Gatorade, so while I was inside I asked the manager if she minded me taking off from the end of the parking lot and with an affirmative from her, I took off.
It will change and Iβll get to watch it happen.
Itβs interesting to me how nature takes over a place only to be beaten back by winter to reveal what it has done and then have another go all over again.
Iβll be drinking a lot of orange Gatorade.
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