I drive with a blissful melancholy in my head. Chin on fist, elbow on door, there is no rush in me. Finally becoming friendly with the speed limit as I let the others merge, we blend together into one potential disaster. Not today.
Mountains and snow make perfection on the horizon. Nothing longs to be understood, everything to be loved. My life in my hands and those of the traveling souls around me, it continues. It always does. It always does.
Tyler Talks 