Yeah, I might leave any day now so y’all better watch yerselves.
Driving is one of my therapies. Though Best Beloved knows that every time I do run away, she’s coming along because that’s how it works.
We run away together a lot.
Needs a full band treatment to shine.
Dark clouds always symbolize something bad. All my travels, all the places I’ve lived, clouds are a good thing, dark or otherwise.
Came across a picture I took on travels with Best Beloved @sunnyrose of a sky-wide black cloud over Tucumcari. Flood of memories, good ones.
This one, specifically:
Phoenix’s east valley is dominated by the Superstition Mountains, a range that, unlike the Rockies, is a great square block of jagged peaks for miles. The one in the photo is the edge, looming over Apache Junction. It has, as far as I can find, no name, which boggles, don’t it?