Pants

I can't stop buying yoga pants. Packing for this adventure requires a certain amount of vision, ideas surrounding temperature, work requirements, the flow of day-to-day living in Massachusetts. My imagining doesn't seem to be able to muster itself up beyond Tuesday's early morning flight, so I'm filling the hazy void of clarity with yoga pants. Insulated from the unknown by cotton and Lycra, tightly packed, blue, brown, and black.