Spent the weekend in Abilene. Talking and laughing with my brothers carried into Sunday evening and night so rather than do a late pm drive back to Belton, I went early Monday morning. Beautiful, calm drive. Fog and mist in the dark of morning.
Explosions In The Sky, my traveling companion.
I couldn't shake a phrase uttered in a prayer at church, "God, it's winter in so many ways..."
It wasn't the phrase that got me; it was the fact that it resonated with me.
There wasn't another soul on the road, I could drive as fast as I wanted. But I slowed down, set the cruise under the speed limit because I didn't want the trip to end. The stars vanished and the sky began to lighten, and I wished I was driving west. I knew the sun would bring day, which would bring people out on to what had become my road.
The phrase still on repeat, God, it's the winter in so many ways. You feel it too?
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EITS: Always a great fellow traveler.
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