I Drove and Drove and Drove
Up all night, unable to sleep (oy, don’t ask), unable to access the internet (until moments ago) (oy, don’t ask) I spent the time revising the latest revisions of two of those poems that just won’t go away: the poem about the pre-dawn commute to work in mid-winter under an early crescent of moon, and the poem about a sliver of moon glimpsed through a pre-dawn windshield on the mid-winter commute to work. I feel like they have something in common, but I just can’t put my finger on it.
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
🙂 My daughter and s-i-l drove all night to catch the boat to come here last week, and will do it in reverse tonight, so your 6-w-s rang bells for me.
You, sir, are a hard-drivin’ man!
Sleep deprivation? Could that be the connection, Ron? 🙂 ~nan
So glad my early morning, dark drives are over.
Saturday and Sunday equal (dog walking aside) seeing the day only after the sun has risen.
I was going to ask, but I’ll do as you say!
I want to read the poems, Ron 🙂
OH! I do not like being in the dark and having to drive…. glad those days are over!
I want to read those poems, too.
But isn’t it great to be creative??
Living in LA I can feel your pain. Glad things turned around.