There’s something that’s always intriguing about fog. Especially the kind of fog that takes away your visibility. It could be hiding so many things. It makes the mundane mysterious.

Today I loved the sense of everything lying fallow around me. I’ve come to deeply appreciate my own fallow periods when production and activity and accomplishment all need to stop in order to rest and replenish.

Today I mostly spent on the highway from Massachusetts (state #1) to Connecticut (state #2) to New York (state #3) to Pennsylvania (state #4). Rain plopped down off and on throughout the day, and the spit spray from passing trucks made my windshield so cloudy I ended the day with a stop at Auto Zone to buy new windshield fluid when mine ran low.

I am hitting the road in Stella, my trusty Subaru Outback, and seizing the chance to do one of those things I’ve always dreamed of doing: a cross-country road trip.

I find travel so rewarding in large part because it always leads me to new discoveries about myself and the world. And I’m curious to see what I’ll learn on this trip.