Although it's long, I enjoy the drive through the countryside to the town in which I work. Tonight there was a bobcat in my headlights on the return near the Quabbin.
For awhile, I thought I should move out there for convenience and to shorten my work day but I've had second thoughts since then. The townspeople seem entirely white and worried, finicky and entitled. I feel a different sort of distance from them than the sort of distance I feel from the inhabitants of the town I currently sleep in. There's a strange dryness to the place.
Like most places - maybe all places - they're at their best when you're passing through.
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