I got home tonight after a 500+ mile 13 hour drive from Paonia, Colorado. Today’s travel felt like time folding back on itself, then unfurling forward, as this was the reverse destination of the start of a much longer trip more than 3 years ago.
Earlier in the week on the road, the mental image was more of a kid playing with a bandage on a wound, ripping it off, putting it back. Not healing.
Now the bandage might just stay where it should be.
Like the return of the longer trip in 2011, I drove the last day long and hard to get home, then it was 600 miles from Amarillo. Like that return, tonight at sunset I was racing down a long, straight, empty stretch of highway 87 south of Winslow (yes, that Winslow).
As the gradient of day to night moved across some ill defined line, I noticed to my right, the glowing orange last gasps of sunlight still spilling over the hills, like liquid gold. To my left, a clear moon was hanging high, about two thirds full.
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