September 04, 2009

Nativity

I'm out on the highway, feeling the engine roar as I accelerate, soaring past miles and miles of my Missouri - grasses green and golden and all the late-summer wildflowers, cresting gentle hills, passing through shadows the setting sun casts through the pines, and I feel free... ordinary... native.

It is a strange and wonderful feeling.

1 comment:

Chip Greenwell said...

What a wonderful feeling.