High Frequency
I’m sitting in a coffee shop in McCall Idaho and there is an incessant high pitched noise and I can’t figure out where it is coming from. Really, it’s quite annoying, like an ant crawling around inside my ear canal and setting up shop swimming around my CSF, digging a new set of tunnels through my grey matter. All this is to say though, that I am in McCall, the rain is constant, predictable, and pensive. The feeling of truly having nothing to do but everything is incredibly refreshing, freeing. In the next two days or so I will make my way down the winding, drizzle-soaked road to Portland to go see my brother, some good old friends, and get some delicious Vegan donuts from Voo Doo.
