Saturday, October 29, 2011

She can hardly wait

Palm sunrise
After eight weeks away, more or less, Risa is en route home. She's writing this from the train station in Washington, DC. A very busy place. She knows she's moved a long way north overnight, because the temperature was about 80 (F) when she clambered about the Silver Meteor, and here her thousands of fellow  travelers are bundled up against an October snowstorm that is assailing many of their destinations.

She's heard she will be lifting potatoes, cutting cornstalks and sunflower stalks, spreading cardboard for the next potato patch, and doing repairs, repairs, repairs. In the rain. In the rain. In the rain. She can hardly wait. She's seen enough SUVs and superstores to last any sane person several lifetimes.