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  • The end of that long lonely quasi-haunted tortured open Ontario road.

    Weary, sad, wrought was I; gracious, gentle, caring, you took me in, said, stay, slow down, just to be a friend, to listen.

    We talked on the couch til 5:30am, just talked, falling asleep in the morning light on our respective ends.

    I had shelter from my own storm. You know the song...

    I was in another lifetime one of toil and blood
    When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
    I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form
    "Come in" she said
    "I'll give you shelter from the storm".

    And if I pass this way again you can rest assured
    I'll always do my best for her on that I give my word
    In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
    "Come in" she said
    "I'll give you shelter from the storm".

    Not a word was spoke between us there was little risk involved
    Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
    Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
    "Come in" she said
    "I'll give you shelter from the storm".

    I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hail
    Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail
    Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn
    "Come in" she said
    "I'll give you shelter from the storm".

    We'd brush arms, legs press in the restaurant. We laughed as we ran like children in the rain, soaked, caring not. Laughed.

    And when we drew together, both realizing what we had both just imagined was happening... the rotation of the earth, the movement of the stars, all of the petty business of society just went motionless.

    When you look, when you really look for love, not in the greedy way, not in the lustful way, but in the way that shelters both of you from your storms, you may just find it. Well I cannot speak for you, but I did.

    I am using Cowbird to share the story of a 15,000 mile road odyssey I took in 2011, which started with me quitting my job in March and setting out in June for a loop around the US and Canada. It's less of a day by day narrative and more of an attempt to tell a story of the story, with some amounts of imagined bits that emerge on looking at the media from the trip, including the more than 1400 images, videos, and audio files collected in my digital time capsule, the Storybox.
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