Woke up under black hills and clear blue skies. Couch cushions spilled onto the floor and the toe pulled off the air conditioner. It’ll be an easterly voyage today and there’s a realistic possibility the Texas van remains. Pineapples on the door under the Harley symbol and everybody took yesterday off. Go and find god they said and try not to get stung by the bees. Fill in the pool and settle in across from the roast beef factory. One bedroom, two bedroom, three bedroom, four. The plants are dying, but they’re not. It’s almost the west here and I’m almost rested.