mile-sixteen

Twin ribbons of asphalt and concrete stretch as far in front of me as it does behind. No matter if on two, four or 18 wheels, the open road is my first, best, one true love. It is my adventure, my peace of mind, my safe haven. The windshield is the movie screen of my life as the purring motor plays the soundtrack. But listen close to the turning of the wheels and you will hear the tears of all of missed. And though the adventures in the rearview mirror have been great, I realize I desire what lies ahead with the next mile marker. For I have seen so much of the world to have experienced so little of it.

Written by WhiteRose

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