Thoughts

This trip is taking a long time. I remember funny things about it. I
remember the way the louds look in New York, and I realize how
different they are from the wispy, rambling clouds of the Midwest. The
clouds here are thicker, more substantial, they create layers and
layers in the sky, so that you get this great sense of depth. In the
Midwest, you get a sense of the space, but never the depth of the
clouds and the sky.
I remember a lot of things about today, but none of them stand out so
much as to bear description. The old lady who ran the place at the
Potsdam Greyhound Station, carrying her phone around wit her in case
anybody called for a ticket. The dense green landscape of the
Northeast. The gaggle of teenagers talking loudly on their phones to
their friends from Boston, only minutes away. The friendly fellow who
got on just before Lake George, where the moment my cell phone got
reception again, I got a call from Anna in Minnesota. The first time I
had said anything since I got on the bus!
I had to change buses twice to get to Boston, and changed bus lines,
which is confusing. I thought I was riding Greyhound, but I arrived on
Peter Pan. I thought that was a brand of peanut butter. Once in
Boston, I got a call from the person who was going to give me keys.
After taking a cab to her place, I spent another hour or so trying to
get here, where I sit in a friend's apartment, while she's away. I'm
so grateful to have a place to stay after all of today! It's a
wonderful privelage to have good friends, and that's all I can come up
with at this point today.