We were on the road and mostly out of touch for fourteen days, my wife and I. Being on the road on a long trip can be a confusing vortex of changing time zones and of landmarks visited and of people met. Accents change, and scenery changes, and the bed you sleep in is a different one every night. Your brain has to adjust when you get home to moving at a less frenzied pace. But it’s not really about the destinations on these trips. It’s about the spaces between the dots that we connect, and it’s about how we spend our time when we’re watching the miles roll. We talk a lot, and laugh a lot, and dream together in ways that aren’t always possible when we’re at home underneath all our everyday responsibilities.
