Travelling at 70 down I-80 at 6. The moon’s nothing more than an amorphous stain, high in the sky, and the sun itself has vanished into a multi-coloured strip, fading quickly into the black of the Indiana sky.
There are moments when I’m so happy with this Life. Car concerns, weather concerns, any fears of money and success vanish. I’m comfortable with the heat of a laptop on my thighs, the hypnotic flashing of road-side reflecters. There’s a wave of Love for Heather, singing along to the Bare Naked Ladies on the radio. Wandering through a mix of albums and mix CDs – wondering what the random setting will present to us next. Brak and Zorak express affection beautifully.
We’re heading to Pittsburgh, and I can’t be bothered to call ahead. We’re passing 18 wheelers and watching for deer. Trees are nothing but traceries to the sides of the blurring road, and I know the Great Lakes are supposed to be just to our North, but for the moment, nothing exists but us and our voices and the dark and the road. And the goal, of course.
Pittsburgh by midnight by moonlight by morning.
