I think because of the transition to fall, though it is Be-au-ti-ful with all of the fiery leaves on the trees and paving the ground... it is wet, the sky is too close, and I want to go see the open road. It is not soaking downpour wet, not the devastating flooding wet like my fair family and friends are dealing with after Sandy, but in my heart, I am a desert girl and I know there is a long damp period ahead. I want to rest my eyes on weird scrubby, prickly, surprising life forms; to witness tenacity. I want a road you can see so far down, I want a long long dusty drive somewhere where you can see forever, somewhere your soul can fill up the whole world, reach-up and touch all of the stars.
I am feeling cramped.
Maybe I should just clean house.
