en route

...he rode over connecticut

in a glass coach

once, a fear pierced him,

in that he mistook

the shadow of his equipage

for blackbirds.

{wallace stevens}

13 ways of looking at a blackbird

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passing through connecticut,

groggy from my nap,

curiously gazing at the big pretty houses along the way,

listening to sigur ros, the decemberists, and rufus,

full from a newly discovered honey mustard,

excited for what boston will bring,

 and sitting next to one of my very best friends...

i couldn't be happier.

this is exactly where i want to be right now.

and in two hours i will arrive in boston,

and that is exactly where i will want to be then!

 i like how that works.

xoxo

yeh