A rainbow line of oxygen tanks pulls up right alongside me on the highway, dragon clouds and blue skies above. I've only known careless love, sang the bard, a wheedle through my head. Oliver sat beside me, shot the photo and looked straight forward. I tend to slip in the shocker when you least expect it. When somethin's not right, it's wrong. I pulled him out of school last week, quietly. I'm de-schooling for now and homeschooling for later. The road is wide and the sky is wide. It's all going to be ok.