Or, the Forty Miles that Took Like Five Hours
I forgot to mention that there was a flash flood and water over the highway on the return voyage. We had to wait in a long line of headlights for a long time. It's funny how people feel closer to you when you are all waiting for the same thing. To pass, to move. To get to home. People were walking around and talking through open windows. Aaron Copeland's Rodeo on the classical station. I was thinking again, laying on the seat while K hugged my knees to her as her pillow, mostly about what is precious to me, a lot about why it is such a useful thing to have a bladder of steel, and about the difference between the storms in my family and the ones surrounding us, and about being safe and about beef it's what's for dinner and about the silhouette of my Daddy's face against the headlights in my sleepy brown eyes and
1 comment:
Bladders of steel and no breathing is what teenagers are here for. :-P Congrats.
I'd gave my hands for having your family when I was a teen; but not now that I'm not, obviously; I'd not have a hand to slap them now. :-)
Lovely trip. I want one.
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