The moon is following us
On the way home from the country, there was a fat crescent moon in the night sky. Tin said, “Look the moon is following us home.”
And in those words, many dreams exist.
The truth is that now at the end of our gypsy wanderings, through many uncomfortable beds, tiny bathrooms, and a newfound practice of recycling everything and anything, we are on our way home this coming Monday, and on Tuesday, Hurricane Isaac is supposed to be make landfall in New Orleans. It doesn’t look pretty.
At some point, you wonder and wander and you end up with the same expression, “What’s the question?”