My road trip was fast and fruitful.

What to say.. I am almost numb with normalcy. I am light with the weight of cloudless high, by and by. Untouched by the heavy grief of our usual provincial sky. Free and happy and hopeful and light. Rhyming words and without plight. Seems meaningless to write.

Wrapped in the warmth of familiarity. Confidence defined by friends and family. Rooted in relived memory. 


Did you know there is a world out there?
And oh it is grand, this country…our land.

It struck a cord in my soul of souls as I drove deep into the walnut grove. Peachy peaches…green landscapes replaced beaches. 


I saw it as if it were a painting. 
It evoked raw happiness that paddled me back to life. 


I felt my heart beat for the first time in years. It was a back road in my backyard…and it blew out all my fears. Maybe it was the sun, or my mind…or mindlessness. When I left my umbrella and ran for the hills I brought my sun block and forgot my pills.

There was an ease of regroup. A solid hand. A puppet, a witch and a handsome man. There was a princess and dinosaur, a father’s kiss and a family of four. There was magic that connected me back to the world. A reminder of that normal little girl. There were colors and hills and miles of drive. A brave baby bug and a big water slide.

My road trip was fast and fruitful. Literally there’s a lot of fruit in the valley. May I never get so lost again.

Got home and stepped in a new load of poop. Shook it off, re-gathered, recounted, regrouped.