I had a moment this morning driving home from Boise. The sun was coming up behind the clouds and the spacious Idaho beauty was unfolding across a barren interstate highway that I had to myself. Acoustic vintage rock was playing from my travel trucks sweet 1988 digital radio, soothing my soul as my brain swirled around, reliving my past.
All of a sudden I started belting out the lyrics loudly, rocking my body behind the wheel violently, thrusting my fist in the air, feeling the shiver of god down my spine and glad that the troopers weren’t on the highway at the moment. They surely would have pulled me over…
I’ve experienced this moment before. It’s the result of a total feeling of freedom that can only escape from your body when you are truly free and rolling across a beautiful landscape, with nobody around and just your memories as your friend. It is for these moments, that I travel…
Sounds like you had a great time rolling across the quiet road. I love you, you little speed demon. :-)
Steph, you know I don’t speed. The only thing rolling out of me, was my demons…