For whatever reason I’m drawn to the the less popular; the rag-tag, rumpled, untucked misfits of the world. Not as some sort of contrarian act – but more in a search for intrinsic worth. In all things, an acknowledgement of life’s many dimensions – how we’ve all been made uniquely, wonderfully for purposes to be revealed at the right time.
Each Spring, after a long, cold winter, a favorite thing is to head East, toward the less notable portions of this glorious state of Colorado. Certainly not the “A List,” and probably not even B or C List destinations. Wanting to get away from the usual surroundings into a completely different environment.
“Hey pretty baby don’t you know it ‘aint my fault, love to hear the steel belts hummin’ on the asphalt…” Steve Earl, Guitar Town
I suppose it’s one reason I love to drive places rather than fly. I’m OK with flying when necessary. I just prefer passing through places – touching them – rather than over them. I suppose too it’s a control thing. The idea of having none when you fly – at the will of large corporations’ decisions… no thanks. Give me a full tank of gas, bad coffee at convenient stores, AM talk radio and I’m good. Nothing like open road to clear the pipes.
Time… who cares. Really. Save a little here, spend a little there. It’s all the same. Where do we choose to spend time? What’s valuable? What are our priorities. Or is it OK to step out of that for an afternoon and simply drift…?
Imagining what others do, see, think, feel… nicely grouped pens in a mug on a clean desk late Friday before knocking off for the weekend.
Stories unfold when you take time to stop and look.
There’s no conclusion really; this event repeating itself again and again, after a long winter being on the road again, sun streaming in through an open roof feeds the soul. So blessed to live in such a rich, beautiful state as Colorado. And to have a car that loves the open road as much as I do.