The ol' road home...

Every day of the weekday starts with a rush. A 30 minute wakeup call right at 6 A.M. Not the typical per say. This wake-up call involves traveling 70-80 miles per hour down 71 and 435 HWY on the way to work! It's amazing to me just how many people are already traveling to work from South of Kansas City at 6 A.M in the morning. People are in such a RUSH! It raises my blood pressure just thinking about it. Many times, I find that when I arrive to work, my hands are literally stuck to the steering wheel due to anxiety and slight perspiration. This morning was one of those days and it's days like this where I find myself daydreaming about what it could be like!

The following picture is my ideal road I'd like to be traveling. It's a slight veer curve through the country hedge. Bumpy enough that you have to take it slower. Pretty enough that you can't but help to look. Quiet enough, you can't help but hear.... things like the robins, the frogs, and the wind. It's a getaway in its own sorts. This road doesn't lead to work, wal-mart, or sonic. Rather it leads to what we would conceive is our own place, our safety, our niche.

I don't know if it's because I'm getting older, bored, upset, jealous, or a combination thereof. I feel more and more that my time is ticking away while no one is watching the hands. Even the slightest of complacency would be a welcome feeling.

You see that ol' road up there? I used to walk that road daily, whether it was to school, or take a fishin' break at the ol' pond. It was back then, that feeling I look for now, was all around while I was totally ignorant of the fact. I stare at that picture now, and see the ghostly image of a younger man walking while dogs trail ahead and behind. Years have passed, I have changed, but the trail stays the same. It's something unique but familiar. It's amazing how the ol' road home never seems to change.