i could feel the breeze
through the rolled down car windows
getting fresher and clearer the farther i drove north.
it might,
of course,
have been my imagination.
but the miles took me quickly from this:
to here:
to close enough to this familiar bridge to know that
maine was in my very near future:
i would have happily taken you all with me,
what piles of fun we all would have had together
but unless you and your luggage took up a total of less space than a loaf of bread
there was simply no room in either of our two cars.
this is what traveling with 6 people
(4 under the age of 15) is like.
i’m sure you understand.