Lately, I have been eating all our hats in envy of good writers, but I’m going to point you to this one anyway.
Every once in a while, Chris will take a picture that gives me this feeling that there’s not a name for, I don’t think. It’s like, for an instant, I feel like “Wow, I want to live in Chris Wage’s Nashville” and it’s followed up by this feeling “And I do.” It’s the feeling of having a longing almost instantly satisfied.
That’s the feeling this picture gave me this morning.
And I’m not saying that to kiss Chris’s ass. I’ve known him long enough that I think he’d let me kiss his ass for real, if I really felt I had to.