Murray’s Reviews > The Wayward Bus > Status Update

The clouds piled in gray threat on threat and a blue darkness settled on the land.

In the San Juan valley the darker greens seemed black and the lighter green of grass, a chilling wet blue.

"Sweetheart" came rolling heavily along the highway and the aluminum paint on her gleamed with the evil of a gun.

Away to the south a bank of dark cloud fringed off into rain and the curtain of it descended slowly.

In the bus, below the Virgin of Guadalupe, the dark one who had blood in her veins, in a glove compartment, were a Smith & Wesson 45-caliber revolver, a roll of bandage, a bottle of iodine, a vial of lavender smelling salts, and an unopened pint of whisky. With this equipment Juan felt fairly confident that he could meet most situations.

I’m reading so many larger works right now - the Decameron, Roman history, Proust, a brilliant tragic romance set in Istanbul in 1938, planetology - I have assigned myself weekend book treats and hockey games 🏒 🥅 voila!