Part two of last year’s travels. I eventually reached the big X in the sky but there is still a long way to go. The days were long and would seem lonely. But they were a sort of meditation. I had traveled most of this route to the west at various times before. Revisiting and rethinking were in order.
Shuffle off to Buffalo and places beyond. Day two on the road. X marks the spot. Whether they are contrails or chem trails we won’t discuss here, but I am headed out towards the big X in the sky.
The geese don’t need a marker. They know where they are going. Shifting, dancing, flowing through the air they create lines, arrows and wedges as they trade places on their trip. I head straight down the highway, straight west.
What is that big X? Does it mean the sky is the limit?