Fog Tonight

Columbus, WI

I am traveling North this week in search of the Wisconsin sound. The first stop is Yellow Ostrich, straight up I-39 and skidded to a stop in a snowy ditch. Dramatic silence except the slow motion pulsing of a blinker. White windows cracked to more white. Buttoning the top button tight against the throat. Falling asleep to the whistling voices of the engine or the wind or hallucinating ears. This is contemplating staying buried until spring.

Yellow Ostrich Fog (mp3)