Hot running through the night...

I left Minnesota in the twilight and saw a few trees and hilly farms in Wisconsin before I was in darkness until the Moon showed up. Lots of trucks at rest stops and truck stops, waiting for the call to leap into gear, down the road to the depot and drop off points. All those big Harleys are sleeping somewhere, there are other motorcycles but most are alone, resting at stops and moving in a disjointed dance down towards Chicago. Trying to write at this hour is making me sleepy, time for another power nap and an hour of defenselessness from mosquitoes.