Smoke a cigarette in the silence of the driveway. Enjoy the darkness and the quiet. Nothing above but stars and empty branches. The country exhaled today and it felt good, but like with nearly everything in life, this is not the finish line. We have miles to go.
Go it alone. Go in the quiet. Find the reminders. Seek not to be approved. Settle the past. Everything is exactly as it should be.
Dogs walking people. Sirens in the distance.
The show at First Ave. The broken pedal. The distance in that parking ramp. The van and the truck and the adventures. Forward. Soak it in. Feel it brush past you in the wind. Nothin left to do but smile, smile, smile.