Thursday, August 22, 2019

The Luring Call

Written 6-14-2010

The ache in my heart some days is only dispersed by an open road.

Wide open roads beckon me to escape the confines of the everyday and enter that coveted solitude.

My all our urge to retreat and be alone and away is rare, but when it strikes, it rarely lest go without a fight.

To fly above the Earth is grand and a feeling like no other, but to control the environment, the route, the agenda, that is much more grand.

To ride the mountains and their valleys, to smell the fields after the rain, to step foot on places that shaped our past - for that, there is no substitute.

The hypnotizing hum of the tires on the road gently fades into silence, providing a sanctuary where sometimes the greatest revelations are had.

Self-inflicted solitude of the most beautiful venture. A necessity for my sanity.

And, on the flip side, the ability to drown out the pecking thoughts with no one to complain. A chance to be rid of certain demons once and for all.

Ahh, the escape of the open road. The peace of the surrounding beauty. Things only achieved by climbing into the driver's seat and never looking back.

©Kristen Garcia 08-2019

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