never cared for this section of road I pass on my way to the windy
city. Except just this one time. I'm clueless as to why I never
noticed the stark beauty of such solitude.
it’s the diesel ramming hard against the pavement? Perhaps
its my brains tendency to be in the future of what will, or could
be. Perhaps it’s like baseball, unless I’m participating,
I’m bored. I guess I’ve never bothered participating
in this event before.
geography happened to collide at a point in time when I was actually
for a brief moment.