I had some time away, to think and feel and play.
Before I felt a bit out of sorts, making trouble for my soul without it being needed.
I had some cool little thoughts of hungry cars waiting at night-cloaked traffic lights,
Thoughts of cute little pieces of meet thinking they were playing a game instead of just being a toy, and of flashy moments in a closed used car sales lot, when the show is over and just the streamers remain.
But then I hit the road, and made new thoughts. Happier. Cleaner.
Sure, things were not all roses and wet folds, but I feel better than I have in a while.
Maybe it was the smiles. Maybe it was the miles.
Jumping off the heights and feeling the timelessness of honest fun loving fear.
The Vroom Vrooming and the bumps.
But the mean streak has also taken a vacation.
So all is good.
