We brake for toilets.

Falling in love is funny—

Sometimes it’s standing in red Georgia clay—
(or North Carolina clay on this particular day…)

staring at a row of painted toilets…

laughing because neither of us can believe this is a real place.

I don’t remember what we talked about that afternoon.

I just remember laughing.

And maybe that’s enough.

Years from now I probably won’t remember every restaurant we ate at.

But I will absolutely remember witnessing the row of toilets on a country road in North Carolina— with you. 😂💛

April 2025