09/01/2026
There’s this moment….
When you put the big city in the rearview mirror.
When you crank the classic rock on the radio.
Then as the pavement narrows and you climb gentle hills and dip into beautiful coulees, the sky changes and you can smell the dirt.
Then it happens…
You barely start to lose that classic rock station and background static and scratching is heard over that awesome tune. You turn it up just a bit. It sounds like the old vinyl records of days long gone. And you are transported…To summer days of your youth. Of family. Of road trips, the beach, the mountains.
This is the backroads. It’s just you and the memories behind you and the road stretched out ahead for miles to the horizon. You breathe in and smile, closing your eyes for a moment.
Then you remember you’re driving.
You really shouldn’t close your eyes. Lol
The music fades to white noise. As you turn off the radio it’s just you, the wind and dust and your thoughts.
This time…this time is sacred.