We'll try again tomorrow.

I've had a tiring, trying day for reasons I can't really explain. I'm fighting a cold, I've been foggy-brained and tired all day, and want nothing more than a hot bath and a warm bed.

However, on my way back from work, I found this. You know how I love powerlines. There's something about it that calls to me, even though I know I was headed back, not out, and even though I am quite frankly soulweary at 8:04pm, it speaks to me of travel, of a bright future, of brilliant sunsets.

And I'll take that wherever I can get it.