Vermont looked beautiful as
we pulled away from the Connecticut river. Sunlight glanced off the shallows
headed for the comforting shade of the pine tree steeped banks. I felt
strangely self aware. I considered, "I have to drive 4,000 miles."
And I thought, "This means nothing to me, but it will." I was right,
but as the trip progressed, I lost the self reflective streak. Moments
themselves seemed more important than what would, or wouldn't, or had already.
Succumbing to a traveling trance was easy, delightful, and as I embraced it, I
felt closer to the country, the road, and myself.
