11.18.16 Blue sky belies the bitter cold of this morning in the heartland. I didn’t bring a coat on my trip, so I shiver on the platform in my sweatshirt, cursing myself for planning poorly. This evening, I’ll arrive in Chicago and then transfer to the City of New Orleans train. I feel guilty for being at peace on this journey, knowing that the country is in such turmoil. But I tell myself that this is only a temporary respite. And of course, it is.