unsettled.

Merrystar and I are off to Chicago this weekend for Grandma Texie’s memorial service. There will likely be snow.

Last night I kept thinking about something I’d read in Richard Manning’s Grassland where he describes the prarie as the place where motion is the most essential quality of survival; well, motion and high-capped teeth. As I fell asleep I kept seeing skyscrapers waving in the wind: giant stalks of grass telling me to move on.