There is nothing like a road trip. Something about the wheels on the pavement and moving through space, watching the world change as you pass by.
The farther I go, the less I know. Maybe that is the reason a roadtrip is so soothing, you leave all traces of yourself along the roadway, rotation by rotation.
I watched the scenery change today from twisting pine studded roadways to rolling wheat colored hills that were the home to many oak trees. Nature was there, I passed by, and another piece of me fell under the wheels of the car. Freedom comes in many packages, today mine came in the sitting, in the car, while the wheels turned and the world went by.