December 2011
2 posts
One day, we’ll just drive. We won’t know where we’re going, and if there’s any destination at all, we’ll never know if we get there. Every thing we pass will be a notch on the bedpost, a stepping stone, a friendly, traveler’s greeting. And then, maybe we’ll just stop. Park. Decide this is where we’re supposed to be.
Maybe it’ll be in the middle of the country with a field on one side and...
