Sunday, December 21, 2014

  1. When I park the car in their driveway I am in a total shock. It is an American house, with an mail box and a California Route 66 sign by the side of the road. The sight of it all lingers on in my mind for the rest of the day.
  2. We descend at dusk. The girls run ahead and disappear down the road. A breeze of fresh air.
  3. Suddenly I felt I needed to do something, anything, like go there and scratch the car, or throw a huge stone at it, or tear off the plates. Agony. But then it all dissolves… and I am back.

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