Tweet 21 Almost There

I drive the U-Haul north. Tension slides away. All is bought, organized, created, packed for the writing retreat. I’ll drop everything off, return the van. The low desert hills beckon when I come to, soft, beige, slanted with late light. I want to rest in their curves.

[21 of 30 in November, re-posted from today’s tweet @tryingmywings]