This diptych bothers me not because they’re mobile phone snapshots, but because the perspectives aren’t exactly the same.
Woke early and loaded the 10 foot long “mini mover.”
Attached tow for the car.
Hit the road.
Glimpsed the blue ridge. (left)
Ate bad food. (right)
White knuckles through the construction with concrete barriers.
I swore I felt my temples gray.
Landed in Cincinnati.
Mom had soup ready, fresh fruit, and iced cookies in the shape of a heart.
Yum. Home. Exhausted.
Current music: Pundits and percentages
One response to “463 miles”
That would have been a new one to the arresting officer: “But sir, my diminishing points weren’t aligned on the diptych!”
Welcome home.