Miles vanish into the rear view mirror; one after another after another; a hundred miles behind us and a thousand more to go. The rhythm of the road keeps the beat to an old Roy Orbison tune playing on the radio. Epic scenes of one-run windshield movies unfold before us. Thoughts wander; elegant in their simplicity and then mysteriously dematerialize into the remains of this day. Silently; softly; sleep comes creeping. Leaning against the passenger-side window, your eyes close by degrees until you slip away into the night.
Good night my friend; dream golden dreams.
As the miles disappear, the moon rises distant on the horizon and the magnificence of this simple moment is not lost on me.
Miles vanish, southwestern KS
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