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Alone behind the wheel
By John R. Greenwood
October in full bloom, radio low or not. Windows open, sweatshirt sleeves pulled up forearm high, a day to kill with no one waiting, tank full of gas, no map, no plan, no destination. Point the pickup north and go. That road looks good. A long dirt road with houses scattered few and far, with old empty barns, grey and tilted. Stonewalls taper off in oak-leave forests. Squirrels salute, pull tails up, and flee. The faint sound of honking geese cause shadow glimpses high above. Take time to think- time to ponder. Who has time to ponder anymore? Who cares enough to? Road narrows and comes to a T.
Right or left?
Does it matter?
J.R.G.2009
Oh I so love drives like this through the countryside. Yes, at those times, almost any direction will do.
ReplyDeleteThese are the days when breathing is easy and the mind is clear.
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ReplyDeleteA delightful sense of carefree relaxation. Your writing points to days of bygone leisure....a total luxury, being at one with nature and the open and uncluttered road.
Best Wishes, Eileen
I think we can make time to ponder especially in such a wonderful atmosphere... great piece!
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No road, no map, no destination. Some days I want to go along this road ~
ReplyDeleteOften tempted to do this, never sure if I'd ever return...
ReplyDeleteTime to ponder....yes, what is that?....Love the thoughts in this one!!!
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