A journey of a thousand miles
Begins with a centre line
Tag: driving
Presence
Sometimes
I like to turn the radio off
Let the silence fall upon the car
Let the experience of driving
Transcend the noise
Otherwise in the background
I like to turn the radio off
Let the silence fall upon the car
Let the experience of driving
Transcend the noise
Otherwise in the background
I hear pavement’s texture
Know the coarse and the smooth
From the form of a wave in my ear
I feel it
Transferred from tires
To frame
To chassis
To the wheel beneath my hands
The pedal and floor beneath my feet
The seat enveloping my body
Through the Backcountry
A gentle road
Through the backcountry
Of unexplored territory
Brings me tranquility
And inexpressible pleasure
Through the backcountry
Of unexplored territory
Brings me tranquility
And inexpressible pleasure
This Wintry Road
This wintry road I travel by
Takes me through a country wide
Feathered here and there with buttes
Which break the plain to just one side
Takes me through a country wide
Feathered here and there with buttes
Which break the plain to just one side
A single car approaches me
Then whistles by
The last I’ll see
Before sky fades and daylight flies
This world
This world
Of dusky blues
And blackened greens
Of dusky blues
And blackened greens
This world
In which
Imagination sings
This world
Appears to me
In dreams
An ode to Winter
I left the cabin at about 8AM, walked out to my car, bound for Whistler Mountain. It had snowed overnight. Not very much. No need to dig out the car. Just clear the windows, and I would be off. But, as I approached it I noticed the sign. How could I resist?
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