Sunday, September 25, 2011

Been a while

With warm rain pattering lightly on the windshield, did it matter where I was going? Sunlight and the scent of wet, molten pavement, the crystal glistening of puddles, the familiar hum of the Dragon's engine purring beneath my steering wheel; this was the journey and I deeply wished never to reach the end. And yet, such a journey without an end... would it be a journey at all?