Agathos Dorea

I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain’t it funny how the night moves
When you just don’t seem to have as much to lose
It’s strange how the night moves

With autumn closing in…

~Bob Seger

Evoking thoughts of Seger’s epic ballad, a 60′ Chevy sits parked in a vacant lot adjacent to an old gas station in Hemingford, NE.