I woke up this morning feeling like I had just had the most content sleep I have had in some time. Yet nigh twelve hours later I’m laying in the shadow of the suburban at a scenic view point near Vantage, napping as I finish the last towing run of Toorcamp. Ken passes time explaining the water buffalo to passer-by, distracting them from the dusty man with the pillow sleeping in the parking lot.

A lot needs to settle, and sink in. Some thoughts need to swirl around a bit, like fancy folk do with their wine. I simultaneously have everything to write about and nothing at all. It’s not a quandary to be mulled over, it’s just a smile.