As I’m writing this, I’m listening to the pitter patter of rain. No, not the pitter-patter but rather a constant rat-a-tat-tat like a machines going off. It’s been this way for the past 24-hours solid. The ran alternated from fierce to insanely fierce and has only let up once, for
Same Road, Different Day
There are a few epic trips in my mind in which the road was better than the destination. I don’t mean that in the symbolic getting there is half the fun way (cause let’s admit it, train, buses and planes are a pain in the ass) but literally. Seeing what