Day one and we made it as far as West Virginia. There are no pics yet. We did see some nice wind turbines lopping through the air in Pennsylvania in a little valley there. We’ve decided to head for the Outer Banks, Cape Hatteras, the ocean. Like the desert, the ocean is foreign to me. I don’t think I could live with it on a long-term basis, but it’s nice to see.
The trees we saw in Pennsylvania had an expectant glow, reminding me of Jennifer, who at any moment (maybe even already) will be giving birth in a hot tub. These life cycles spin me around. My daughter’s hands on the steering wheel look so delicate and fine, almost like the day she was born. We stand in these moments with all the other moments crowding around. Spring blows in visions of my father, an oh so young 29-year-old on a motorcycle with beautiful flowing black hair and a scruffy beard, man of the ‘70s. Sometimes I recognize his spirit in other men that I’m around. My heart tightens when I have to keep driving and pull myself away.