We drove along Highway 550 last night, discussing the report we'll create, over chips and a soda. As the sun fell closer to the Horizon, the sky turned pale shades of purple and orange and peach. Colour washed over the desert and we were quiet. I was too tired to think, even, and my business partner had gone home to Rhode Island, I bet, where his house looks out over the bay, across a field of faded grass and a few stubborn trees.
I am glad to be travelling again. I may not say this the last week in September, when, in one week, I'll make stops to British Columbia, Pennsylvania, New Mexico, and Orlando. But for now, I have visions of long, slow evenings working in hotel rooms, and of writing to you more often.
I know this time in between has been trying for you. I have felt it, though we exchanged so few words. But what we had to say was never really expressed best in words, was it?
So, charge your cell phone. Get a new calling card. Clear your American Express card and get ready. We have places to go.