42. Follow the Flow

42.

Follow the flow
Wherever I go
Sunshine or snow
High times or low
Follow the flow
High times or low
Sunshine or snow
Wherever I go
Follow the flow

At sunset the bus pulls out of Quito—another city that looks better from a distance.

Between snowy peaks there’s a pink sunset and a silver moon. A baby cries behind me. The fat man beside me crowds, but I don’t give an inch of space--I’m learning.

I sleep soundly and wake riding through a desert with a few dried trees wearing Spanish moss. The houses we pass are made of faded clapboards and I have a stiff neck.

I’ve reached another frontier.

...