Traveling makes unforeseen impressions through sand. These living trails. This sage and lantana and sedum weren't leading out bodies to health. I dreamed of passageways leading up over the old passes through the sierras. Remember how that lady had those aluminum earring at half price and how the picture of the woman waiting for the company bus reminded you of your mother. It for me too. How walking made the feet sing. Moreso wail. We all participated in our precinct conventions this year no matter our affiliations, or at least the citizens amoung the collective. Then sunlight illuminated the plastic in ways branches could not explain. Cracked sidewalks below fragile wind-up nuns from overseas and an orange neon Filet-O-Fish. No commercialization is beneficial they said. Or was. And still we walked.