Roadside

NC is awash with colors, peacocks showing off for the zoo guests, like male avians fighting to get the attention of the ladies, as if pegging season is for them too. They are outrageous, flamboyant, bold, but, it seems, also short-lived. The ladies can be seen, the forest through the trees (quite literally), what you don't see when you look. Steady, stalwart, sure.

VA is a rusted out green Chevy, on blocks in the side yard. I think it was green, at least. Maybe it's the pine trees lining the freshly harvested corn fields that tell my brain to read "green"? The fields glow in the dying sun, a sea of golden beige, Thanksgiving dinner laid flat across the landscape, a reminder of the cyclical nature of things.

10 miles and a tunnel to WV. That will bring twisty turny roads, construction, toll booths, and close the distance to what currently counts as "home."

"To establish residence with the intent to not leave" is how Mike worded it. I never intend to leave, but reality requires it.

Rest stop breakdowns are no fun. It's there roadside assistance for mental illness? Instead of my tire, can you change my circumstances? Point me to the closest brain shop that can put me back together, running efficiently?

A job. A job with a living wage. That's all i need. Everything else will fall in place once i have a job.