Walking down a busy highway late in the day was different than anything I’d done before. People were honking and yelling as I walked. I don’t think anyone was honking and yelling because they liked the look of a man in a robe either. I was unnerved. I thought about stopping. I was tired. I wondered what it would be like to stop. I kept going.
The sidewalks disappeared and I trudged through the tall grass. I felt like I had bugs in every crevice of my body. I walked.
I arrived at a motel close to the big airport in Austin. Sleep came quickly. I knew that I was almost done.