February 2010
1 post
...that you're relying on to lead you home.
I’ve always found mountains oppressive, the way they carve up the sky; the way they bring on the night just a bit too early or the day a bit too late. Here, though, the impact was less claustrophobic than it was haunting; dreamlike. The silence and darkness sizzled off the pavement as we sailed smooth American highways, chatting endlessly to fill the void.
Somewhere in the night, we stopped...