It was a good thing we had left early because while I thought I knew where we were going I did not.
Half following the directions I had written up myself, I drove our tank half empty.
When the questions from the back of the van became to much I pulled to the side of the road to ask a rural mail deliverer.
I was miles and miles from where I should have been, having taken a road that sounded like another.
When I showed her the directions she looked up at me suprised because they were written in pen and ink, cursive.
I am in a desperate bid to make things beautiful while trying to not be lost.
All I could do stop myself from bursting in to tears was wave my sunglasses around and say, ‘Oh, you know!’.