





Don't be downcast, soon the night will come,
When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret
Over the faint countryside,
And we rest, hand in hand.
Don't be downcast, the time will soon come
When we can have rest. Our small crosses will stand
On the bright edge of the road together,
And rain fall, and snow fall,
And the winds come and go.
James Wright Translation
Snarkily, sincerely… all sorts of ways, really.

clouds dance around
the gibbous moon’s bright orb,
one warm winter night.

under gray skies,
the flooded paddies
amplify winter gloom.




Through Michigan, across southeast Ontario (visiting Toronto,) back into the US at Niagra Falls, and back around to the start via Upstate New York, Pennsylvania, and Ohio.
Memorable because it was probably my first purposeless road trip of a significant distance (as an adult and as a driver.)