I love a good road trip.
Getting in the car and appreciating the journey to elsewhere reflecting on
where I am at in life and anticipating the destination. While I enjoy traveling, I realized occasionally
in the hustle and bustle of a trip, what I actually love more is the trip home.
Kids snoozing in the dim quiet, softly glowing dashboard
lights mixed with red hazy taillights.
Warm coffee thawing my hands.
Hushed conversation with Jerry amidst periods of silence – two hands
linked together. The moon lighting our
path, pointing us home.
Do you enjoy traveling?
When is going home more desirable (if ever)?
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