Oh, to be on the road again.

Funny thing about short weeks following a single, solitary vacation day off: you want more. Especially if you were on the road. One day is so lonely. Tuesday becomes Monday. But Monday’s work is still there, too. And Friday doesn’t really seem any closer. I like weekdays, but short weeks are just odd. That and – frankly – to sing a familiar refrain, I’d love to just be back on the road again.

A metaphor of sorts. Some days, photographs in shreds; all that remains: staples of memory holding the past together. An incomplete picture.