We travel across this parched, wild plain looking for water. Some in packs and herds, others in pairs; and still others- solitary hunters, taking stealthy gulps, always on alert.
Where do you go for your soul to take a drink? I’ve lived in a few different places for a couple years at a time, fresh starts each time I move. It’s hard to be a stranger and forge new connections with people. For this, I’m appreciative of the jam. It’s like church, the lodge, a job interview, a playground, and a mating ritual all rolled into one.