Started a saudade tag a while back, and just found this in the Sneezing Cow archives:
Made it to Wichita. That’s quite a stretch there, driving down from Lincoln. Lots of time to think. Lots of weatherbeaten farm buildings. Windblown farmsteads always make me yearn. You wonder about the history, about the days when that siding was fresh-painted, when the barn stood straight, long before the four concrete lanes plowed through. I think what I was feeling was saudade. In Truck: A Love Story, I write about saudade as it relates to my feelings upon viewing the original version of this Edward Hopper painting in the Whitney Museum of American Art.
Want to be the first to know when Mike has a new book, or is coming to your area? Please sign up for the email list.