We are driving across Arizona towards Flagstaff. The sun is shining down through cracks in thick, gray clouds on miles of yellow desert grass and pale green scrub in a valley surrounded by faraway peaks on either side. J is sleeping in the passenger seat after saying he is a little tired and I convinced him to put the seat back and take a little nap, that I didn’t mind at all. I am listening to the album “Alligator” by the band The National and I really feel like I could drive forever as this is one of those rare moments I don’t care where we end up, it’s just so good to be on this trip.