4 days ago
Heads sway back and fourth, rocking side to side over the ocean of divots and break bumps. A sandstorm of dust replaces the air each time I slow down, settling into every possible nook and cranny in the cabin of my car. My dear old man speaks, unfaltering, about times past, times to come and cognizance remarks of the world around us. We are driving somewhere we have been many times before but, like all asinine quotes about traveling, it’s not about the destination, but the time we spend together getting there. It was hot and dry down FR618, but good lord was that creek cold and inviting. A very welcome sight for two grown boys and a dog. The water rushed over our bodies, filling the pieces of our souls the sun so gladly ripped out of us. Pessimism refuses to exist here; Everything is copacetic. A straightforward example of what is good in life. It’s a bumpy and arduous jaunt back to asphalt but the moment those tires embrace the road, the smoothness is ecstasy. A few miles down that old road sits a filling station called Ernie’s, patiently awaiting our arrival. That orange soda will always and forever be, the best damn thing to ever touch your lips.