Tethers!

Homes.

Cars.

Kids.

Obligations.

If only we could go over there, stay for a month, and then somewhere else.

Money.

Transportation.

Conveyances of another kind.

We’d hop from town to town; explore, let loose, dip our toes in unfamiliar streams.

Education.

Family.

Church.

When we’d tired of this vista, we’d move on to that.  It’d be a grand life; large, risky, free.

Sickness.

Uncertainty.

Fear.

We might end up anywhere: Barter Town, Miami, 1957.

Who knows?

If only…

But tethers,

they hold.

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