July 13, 5:00 P.M. En route. The Zephyr: Here I am this mid-July afternoon going home. And glad to be going home. Surely I care little about home and never have. Back to Nebraska to the hateful heat of summer, to work day after day, to monotony most would say. But glad! This long silver train makes swift passage. It is streaking across the flat Colorado country as I sit here alone. (Why should I be so near to tears?) The whole trip to Colorado is like a dream now. The whole thing drops from my shoulders now like a jeweled coat, and I lay it aside feeling I’ve never worn it at all.