the open road
white lines and yellow flashes
black dashboard
thick grey clouds, heavy, cold
burning trees and golden fields
red barns
corn soldiers
small towns and football stadiums
rusty metal
chipped paint
brick businesses and neatly lettered signs
a tractor driven by yellow gloved hands
a friendly wave from the mailbox
blue skies peaking through
hot sun, cool air
steady beats and addicting melodies
stick shift and steering wheel rhythms
stories, written and lived
stringy caramel
chocolate, melty and creamy
unbridled laughter
uncontrolled joy
deep full breaths
impulsive, felicitous praise
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