Iowa is sensible and understatedly beautiful. It’s shaped in a rectangle and, on a map, the cities (although by California…
Today we crossed into the central time zone, officially leaving the west.
Just east of Sacramento, where the valley begins a rise toward the snowy Sierras, the cat’s moaning hypnotized me. I was fairly exhausted to begin with, but Sukha’s steady bleating over the hum of tires on I-80 had me head-nodding a few times.
Twas the night before moving and all through the place
The cat softly purring lulled Dash into space.