
Black and white pigeons
peppering the electric lines, warm
horses layered with frost
in a barren, cold landscape
Whoosh! Suddenly
there is nothing but white
all sights are obliterated
mountains, trees, this very road
in this second only you and I
exist, just us, in a cloud of snow
we could blink and disappear
if not for the noise of children
from the backseat
1104 miles into our trip this thing happened-- we made it as far as Laramie, Wyoming and the interstate was closed. Sure, the road was icy and with the intermittent blowing snow, and then real snow on top of it, there were times we couldn't see a thing. Honestly, I was happy to stop. We found some vegan grub at
Sweet Melissa's cafe, watched the trains roll by, and just relaxed for the next sixteen hours until the interstate reopened.