Rain and landscapes of solid green caught up to us in Minnesota. We diverted to the Twin Cities late yesterday to catch some dear friends in the north.
Today, we fell back down through Wisconsin, where the trees conspired against us and closed in tight. The clouds lowered and spread across the green hills like spilled milk. Came again the dark rain.
I do not wish to live in the clouds.
That much I know.
Now we have dropped into the tangle of highways that hold Chicago firmly in place on all maps. That girl is driving for now. She is pretty while at work.