take me home country roads

Driving Saturday night, past gas stations and fast food stops, water tanks and stock ponds, over the Colorado river four times, past a private airfield and a candy factory, all these little towns and lights and houses and a world unkown beneath a shinig round moon so bright we could have turned off the headlights.

Driving back tonight, the moon golden and round after the sun drifted blood red into the haze, and we stopped at the very same spot I stopped at with Greg all those years ago. Strange, how these things work out.

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"Sometimes you discover in a single lucid moment what you have been looking for in vain for years. The point is not to destroy ourselves before that moment arrives." page 223, No Saints or Angels, Ivan Klima

That makes me think of you.