Writing sketches:
When I walk there is a tunnel above me.
It spirals up off of my shoulders.
I cannot pass through it.
I stop and look up,
the day drying out my open mouth.
I wonder at its purpose
beckoning me up, up!

I found these photos of our Miami to Minneapolis trip while organizing computer files. I didn't take many photos on the trip, mostly because of how stressful the driving was. Granted I wasn't driving, I was navigating, but extra large U-hauls are not the most relaxing vehicles to make cross country moves in. 

You can see from the third photo that there were two cats at my feet, a dog to my right, and there is actually one more cat in a box on the dashboard. Anyone want a cat?