better poetic than nostalgic

Driving south through California. The bugs on the windscreen. Cows. Pastures. Green and gold fields. Blue sky. Increasingly aggressive cars as the land rises up from flatness. Culminates in LA traffic. Relents after Irvine, and then the finally the return to San Diego filled with memories. Signs and wonders. So dense with emotional memory. I can toggle the whole great mass of memory on and off.

Then sleep.

Soon wakefulness in the middle of the night.

But I can sleep anytime, thankfully.

I’m waxing… what – poetic? nostalgic? Better poetic than nostalgic.