The open range can quickly close in on
you. Low clouds can press down hard,
squashing distant mountains into a nearby mist.
An empty highway will soon dissolve into gray on both ends.
Seventy miles-per-hour becomes
perfectly still.
Without an accompanying fence, or a
river to tag and run alongside, a quiet highway becomes dangerous. If you’re not careful, you’ll crawl deep inside
yourself.
One wrong song on your sound system and
you’ll quickly find the road has led you back to that cliff you almost jumped
from many years ago.
-- Mitchell
Hegman
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