
The door hinges cry again.
Crisp air & sunshine.
The ignition, the turn signal click (or two).
The spin of the wheel.
Washboard road, potholes and shifting sand.
Shuddering suspension.
Glimmering eyes.
Blue skies.
Crisp air.
A golden blur.
A trip turning the future present.
The map from memory lane.
The heater hums, the radio purrs.
Green peppers.
Red Peppers.
Radiant warmth.
Intelligence.
Wooded Trails.
Pine-scented wisps.
Wrong turns are right turns
For a view.
Right turns should’ve been left turns.
Why turn?
Hot Springs.
Solitude.
Hot Steam.
Cold Air.
Gurgling.
Spilling.
Colours.
Textures.
Tunnels.
Stop.
Get out and wander.
Get in and laugh.
Rock formations.
Painted with a falling sun.
A secret place.
Sunsets.
Down below.
Lava boiling.
Up above.
Grasses swaying.
A calm breeze.
Another glance.
That smile.
Fin de semana especial.
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