Day 41: Corn, corn, corn

Day 41: Corn, corn, corn

Several days ago we crossed into Kansas, the middle of the U.S. For most of us, this was our first introduction into the Midwest. For most of us we were expecting lots and lots of corn. We were right about that. But boy is Kansas far more interesting than we ever could imagine.

Day 24: rememories

Day 24: rememories

(Each of these I remember-s can also be replaced with I am thankful for-s because each one of these is a little infinite miracle)

I remember lost causes and found stories.

I remember waking up my body with the road bowing the string of the bike tire.

I remember Wednesdays.

I remember curving sweetly alongside the river creek and whispering good morning to the rocks who barely slept the night before.

I remember remembering things I once forgot, like what it means to move and where my legs are.