Convergence
“We do not take a trip; a trip takes us.”–John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley I know the Montana sky. A cyanic canopy stretching beyond beyond. Open country. I’ve been lost and found beneath that sky. I’ve slept under it, made love under it, rode horseback under it, cooked campfire steak under it, but I’m always overwhelmed by it. That sky… Read more →