Everything moves so fast!
Yesterday we flew through
decades and generations encapsulated in a torrent
of documents, time like floodwaters rising, the
last few stepping stones poking above the surface
form an irregular path into the past. Today the
route was far more linear and speedy in its own
right, 80 mph across the broad flat spaces between
Minnesota and Montana. It started in Minneapolis,
where I hoped for forecasted thunderheads and
lightning but settled for the
subtler
shifting light and play of shadow across the
facades of these temporary structures, "
skyscrapers feigning
permanence."