I spend time walking and driving long distances. I spend a lot of time sitting still, too. I write about all of that, about not moving and not being able to move, about wandering, about being lost, about belonging and never belonging. I write about plants, animals, children, old people, rivers, and mountains, about what was here before me and what will be here after I leave and this sliver of life I get to have. Thank you for being here.