fires and stars and roadtrips

Roadtrips are an art form

There are wonderful places waiting for you to join them.

Places with the open night sky and more stars than you can count. Places where the Milky Way is so bright that it almost casts a shadow. 

Places where the campfire cracks and pops as you tell stories and make music even though dawn is only a few hours away. 

There are beaches, there are mountains, there is the high New Mexico desert. 

There are little towns with strange names and curious people who think you must be exotic and will talk about things you can't imagine. 

There are foods you won't find anywhere else. Foods that are only good here. 

There are long stretches of road and cruise control. There are songs you sing along to while one dog tries to help with the driving and the other navigates.

Things go right, things go wrong. You get by on  your wits as much as your credit card. 

You do this to be curious and free. 

It costs gas, but you are careful everywhere else. This is too important.  This is art.

Some say it costs time; but it gives you time.  This is living and there are moments of magic. Who needs a TV when you can watch a a thunderstorm chase across the desert with its rain evaporating before it hits the ground?  Who needs someone else's story when you are making your own.

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well, i'm standing on a corner 

in winslow, arizona 

and such a fine sight to see

it's colleen, my lord, in her long-bed ford

out writing  her own history

(munched up lyrics by a friend)