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Into the Storm 

Plowing through the wet gray

We headed south on U.S. 101,

Passport in hand for our intrepid son,

Hoping the greywacke would stay put.

 

When it started snowing near Weott

We had visions of slippery roads

And long lines of trucks and cars

Inching up unstable slopes.

 

Somewhere around Garberville

The grey lifted and sky lightened

Along with our hearts knowing

Our son would be off to Thailand.

 

He too will dive headfirst

Into the storm of uncertainty

That precedes all epic journeys,

Which at best are poorly planned.

 

As he headed off to board

I didn't have the heart to tell him

It would not be as good as he thought --

It would be better.

     
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