Entry Two - Damn Cold
A horrible cold has gotten me a little depressed. It happens every time spring begins. A stuffy nose, a mild headache, sore throat, and a sudden wave of yearning feet. Yup, its here the downpour of wanderlust. I can tell that it has hit Solo too.
A jump when the freight trains disturbs the quietness of our home. His fingers tap the table, and his eyes glaze over in a deep thought sort of way. Sometimes I forget why I am here. Then I look over at little Az sleeping like an angel. My stomach begins to warm, and I begin to remember the loneliness of the road.
I am happy with my family, my home, but there is a part of me that will always-always want to be free again.
There is goes again. I can here the train. To any crusty kid out there, its a sound that makes your heartstrings pull.
A jump when the freight trains disturbs the quietness of our home. His fingers tap the table, and his eyes glaze over in a deep thought sort of way. Sometimes I forget why I am here. Then I look over at little Az sleeping like an angel. My stomach begins to warm, and I begin to remember the loneliness of the road.
I am happy with my family, my home, but there is a part of me that will always-always want to be free again.
There is goes again. I can here the train. To any crusty kid out there, its a sound that makes your heartstrings pull.