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May 15, 2007
Found writing, as we pack
2001:
In the late spring of that year we lived in a blue sedan that overlooked the whole of America. From ocean to mountains, river to desert, and across the plains, we crossed the continent.
We lingered in South Dakota, where in the tall grasses of the Black Hills bison grazed at night with glowing eyes. Sometimes in the dark we heard the distant echo of thunder, and once the stars and the moon disappeared suddenly. The rain was hard and fast that night, and we hid in the car as the red dirt road turned into a river and ran down the curving hills. We slept in the car and by morning the road was hard caked mud and we drove on.
After that, we stuck to bigger roads. Winding highways led us south, then west to the coast.
When we arrived in Portland, Laura and I watched the rain fall. Looking out of the window of the blue sedan at the rain coming down in great round droplets, we knew it was all over for that spring. A short sidewalk led between green bushes and pink flowers to a fenced-in house, white with a blue door. Soon we would knock, but for a moment we sat and watched. The car radio filled the air with quiet music. The house was not yet ours. That was left for the summer, and this was the last day of spring.
Posted by Courtney_Sherwood at May 15, 2007 09:22 PM
Comments
Ooo how lovely.
Posted by: Sue at May 16, 2007 12:01 PM
life is strange...but good, i think.
Posted by: laura at May 24, 2007 08:25 PM