When I close my eyes I picture my destination—a village on the banks of the Mississippi.
I see my daughter and imagine the hug I’ve been aching to give her since early July.
My grandkids. I hear their voices calling, “Nana!” and I’m a rock star for a brief moment in time.
The road stretches before me. Miles of interstate and backroads, small towns and cities. A hotel somewhere between here and there.
Two sleeps separate me from my destination. Tomorrow the journey begins. Illinois, here I come.