400 miles

Rey Spadoni

Sundays are busy days for me. Typically. Before that is.

Given what I do, I often have busy weekends and much of Sunday is devoted to what I love. But what I love is closed and the doors are locked. The local parks nearby where I recharge through short hikes have serious warnings issued from makeshift signs saying there’s no staying here. Not until all this is over.

So, I got in my car a bit after 5AM. With a quarter tank of gas and wondering if a decent cup of coffee was out there and available to me, I headed north. Pointed my car upward. As though none of this was happening.

And I drove 400 miles. As though none of this was happening.

Rey Spadoni
Rey Spadoni
Rey Spadoni

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