Damp and worn rubber

Turns against the long stretch of ashphalt

That snakes out before you

The windows are down

And your senses are overwhelmed

By the crisp early morning summer air

Your body longs for the soft warm rumple

Of the blankets you left behind

And the mind races

With anticipation of what lies ahead

And what you leave in the rear view mirror

As the landscape grows wilder

So do you, and so do all your distant dreams