02-01-11

107 miles
I wake in the car. “Wake” is a silly concept at this point. I gave up trying to sleep hours ago. It’s 6:15am and the sky is lightening. Objects in my surroundings are defined and clearer. It is actually a nice little spot!
I bring Mischa from her bed in the passenger seat into my arms under the fleece sleeping bag I’ve used as cover from the cold to watch the sun rise with me. It is slow in coming. We will fail to see it from this spot.
What becomes clear from this moment; what becomes clear as the light increases, are the rain clouds advancing on us.
After a few drops begin to rap on the windshield - it’s time to move.