Swimming Big

My family flew ahead while I stayed back in Seattle to load the house into a shipping container. I had already driven one of our cars across the country a month prior. Two consecutive 14 hour days of driving.

This time I had company. Steve flew in to help me drive the other car to Minneapolis. When I wasn’t packing and cleaning we spent the week hitting my favorite haunts with friends. The house was empty. Everything in transit.

We hit the road at nightfall, planning to weave our way between weather systems for a December drive through the mountains. We eagerly played each other our favorite albums of the year. Snow started falling as we made our way through the Cascades. This album was the first thing I played, excitedly pointing out how hard the saxophone break hits.