It’s like the best coincidences lineup when you forget about them. 

On the way up to Atlanta, was thinking to go to Lithia Springs where the sulfur is heavy. But now I wonder if my destination name was incorrect (I’m bad with names). 

I stopped for gas, leaving Atlanta. Coincidentally, at Indian Springs. This is a sulfur spring. A “healing” spring. I’m tempted to go, but I want to get home and get to work and meet a new friend (if lucky). 

It is mighty dreary as well. I’d prefer the spring on a brighter, sunnier day. Perhaps next time. Definitely next time. I will return before long — that, I am sure. 

10:16 am, 5.29.18, Tuesday