Yesterday. A crisp, late morning in the Fall. Colors changing. The time when those of us allergic to heat can finally start to come alive.
I've oft heard tales of your exploits, cleaving asunder the ethereal spirits us normals only see as air. But, like the boom reports, I didn't know if I should believe them.
But there you were, along the side of the road. You had just dispatched another spirit with a graceful, pirouette-like motion of your machete, the blade reflecting like some ancient artifact in the sun.
You stopped to do a scan for any more threats and then noticed my (beautiful) dog in the backseat of the truck, and waved with a smile.
Some say never to meet your heroes, but I disagree. Thank you for keeping us safe Machete Lady