October 15: Offline.

**posted 11/6/09**

Waking up to the fresh snow on a crisp morning. New connections, familiar methods, discussions made and broken - over coffee, over the phone, over the Internet. Bags are packed, people disconnected, on the road, travels to be completed. A single car, two passengers, the towns grow smaller. The bars disappear from the screen of a tiny cell phone screen. Into the farmland, over the hills, into the woods. A dead end road, an unpaved, muddy driveway, a spinning wheel. The snow turns to rain, then turns back, indecisive. A new feeling emerges, then changes back, indecisive. A comfort within the simplicity, a warmth within the isolation, a peace in the middle of nowhere.