Beltane Waning Dyan Moon
Hotel, Downtown Indianapolis
We got in last night on time, about 5 to 12 EST. The station echoed with emptiness, though the attached bus station buzzed with people coming and going. We walked down a doubled staircase.
I wanted this to be like Inverness where we got off the train from Edinburgh and walked right over to the station hotel, but in this case, though physically attached to the station there is no internal connection, so we walked out into a humid Indiana night, around the block and into the hotel.
Kate has done her results over the remote Allina website, we’ve prepared a salad and my cousin Diane is on her way to pick us up. Back home again in Indiana.
