There's a slug of light dripping over the distant trees. Winter trees, skeletons. I'm riding shotgun down from Okmulgee. The sun looks like a drop of soft gold and it's all I can see when I tighten my lids together, curing another overnight drive. The sky is grey. And the dirt. All the homes are too. A warm front swung up recently followed by a hard rain. Splash-back slung up on all those homes. Frozen mud. "There come a Pilot Station. This is Love's territory."
I got awarded a academic scholarship to the University of Mississippi. One thousand bucks. All the scholarships I've ever gotten were music related. This was the first one I've gotten that recognized my grades. Feels pretty good.