[Listening to: Creedence Clearwater Revival, "Proud Mary"]
I was driving at dusk today, with my sister sleeping in the seat next to me, and I had the sudden thought that I'd like to just keep going. I wanted to follow Highway 10 as far as it goes, north to Motley or wherever it ends, and just keep going. The sky was perfect, blackish shadowy clouds hovering over a horizion still tinged orange and yellow and green with the setting of the sun, and I wanted to drive until I reached that shining edge of night. I get that urge from time to time. Just follow that long and winding road, right? Is it a sense of adventure, or a wish to escape? I don't think I'll ever know.