I was driving home from southern Minnesota last night and had a lone leaf that was tucked away from view on my left wiper slap up against my windshield like a dry orange hand. It stayed there for a few moments before being blown off onto the road; off to the near by corn field or one of the couple cemeteries that lined the 169 highway. Besides that, my trip was quite uneventful. There is something about driving at night that makes a trip so much quicker. Day trips usually tend to drag because I often look too far out in the distance and see just everything crawl by. Being in the dark focuses whatever is in the headlights making me feel like I am speeding home even though I am within the speed limit.

I had a funny feeling this weekend. It wasn't anything bothersome or something that was distracting me. I could feel it. It was this feeling of being home sick. Always after a certain amount of time, I get this feeling of wanting to come home, lying down to take a nap. The familiar smells, layout, the aura (my own computer :). It makes all the difference.

I'm feeling a bit sluggish today to creatively write but I do hope this is a starting point to write a few clips here and there.