Rhythm To The Road

There is a rhythm to the road, a delicate ebb and flow, acceleration and deceleration, outside of time, neither here nor there, that is positively hypnotic. Ordinarily I avoid the fast lane, on this trip, I live there….I am no longer afraid. Life is measured in miles and the gas gauge and not so much on the hour of the day. I feel like a red blood cell, rushing up and down the arteries of Southern California, basking in memories and then forgetting them once and for all, no longer haunted, everything made new again.

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