Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Return from Madison

The air was so clear in Madison this morning, the people to happy, the light on the water so magical.  Is it real?  Surely a place cannot be so perfect.

Back in Cincinnati.  As many hours on the road in the last day as we were at our destination.  Hours of well-loved music, NPR, car-made peanut butter sandwiches, and testing of every chain of truck stop along the way.  It feels right and good to be here, but not sure what is happening next--tomorrow, this week, or year.  A tired mind conjectures.

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