Along the route between Columbus and Cincinnati
The sky was dull like weathered clapboard on a farmhouse. This is the part of the year I used to dread the most, the gray skies.
I don’t seem to notice them as much anymore. It’s like I’m on some anti-depressant that spaces me out. My eyes gaze toward an unknown horizon and I ponder. I can’t attribute this to pharmaceuticals though.
Seems like there are many things to keep me occupied. All the travel from work and fun makes evenings at home all the better. I relish spare time.
*Shrug* I dunno. Maybe I am reaching.
Some days, there just isn’t much to report.