this morning #1867.

this morning, it must’ve been over a hundred degrees in the back of the van. sun beating down. covered in sweat. i threw open all the doors to let some air move through & walked down the ridge a little bit to take a leak. as i relieved myself, i looked up to see a couple buzzards drifting back & forth in the wind. totally not ominous. day six of my great american road trip. twenty-four to go. solo journey. van life. at this time last week, i was in an office. stuck behind a desk. answering phones all day long. smiling at every client who walks through the door. offering them coffee or water or tea. mostly just part of the decor. if not for this one month a year where i get to get away, i’m not sure i could do it any more.