Oklahoma City

I've spent the last week in Oklahoma City, in a psychological vaccuum of subtle preparation and complete physical inactivity. I've grown a beard. I've shaved my head. I've looked at maps and bus schedules and made decisions and renewed contacts and bonds. I am ready for the trail.
The land is flat, the weather is warm and there is nothing to see. Upon arrival I applied and was hired at a McDonalds, but time and space worked against it and it was not to be. Thus, I've done nothing, and it is wonderful.
I'm completely immersed in this middle section of a new-life purgatory, patiently waiting to emerge from this cocoon as a new beast with new goals and a new life. Eager. Excited. A little dread? No more than anyone feels when they unfurl brittle new butterfly wings and leap into the fire.

Tuesday finds me in the Windy City-- one of my favorite places. Tuesday week finds me in Pennsylvania, learning to fly and starting to walk.