As I was on the trail of Lewis and Clark the other day I passed through Walla Walla, which sparked this set of feelings:
90 degrees in Walla Walla was miserable. Having visited before, it wasn’t miserable then; when I closed my arms, a body was there. if hot, not noticeable. some wine. cute hotel. That isn’t Walla Walla on this day; hot. the wine, still there. the hotel, still there. when I close my arms, just air.