Parked in a field, amongst the scurry of Walmart and torrential thunderstorms, I find happiness. Today seems like a good day to stay mellow after yesterday’s adventures. A leaky roof, some good literature, and a wandering fly keep me company inside my caravan. The weather is dictating the mood; spooky, yet mystical. A coal train passes by, symbolic of my will to keep on. Although unlike the train who’s rails prescribe a path, my journey meanders through a field of unpredictability. Everything I have is pointed toward the land of the stranger. My soul searches to answer questions about our world, and what it means to be human. Throughout this journey, the peaks and valleys of my energy ride waves of intuitive feelings. With each oscillation an overarching moral of presence begins to uncover itself, while each answer I find seems to prompt more questions. What else is there to find along the way?