Catching the Hum

 Heather gets one question and takes the longest possible way around it. I lose it laughing, but stay with her. She eventually lands, and somehow the scenic route explains the whole thing. 

We left home looking for the kind of peace we thought distance might give us.

What we found was less simple. The farther we went, the more the question changed.

 In the pool, the conversation starts to flow from gossiping about family into the patterns underneath it. 

 The air was quiet. The country was loading. 

 We tried to follow the thread. The thread kept tripping over itself. 

 A Shift… and I Can’t Stop Asking Questions 

Time seemed to be rushing today, so we decided to follow it rather than fight it.

 The hum came back. Not gently. 

 We love that Mexico doesn’t ask for the talking stick. 

We woke up; everything was normal… until it wasn’t.

So naturally, we left the house.