Posted in The Sunday Driver: Life in the Slow Lane



Yesterday’s fog reminded me of that morning mist hanging above Monte Verde long ago,
hiding the future like the road before me behind a wall of white.

Had I seen what would be today, would I have taken this road? I do not know. Perhaps that is why it was obscured.

Sometimes I wish I could close my eyes and be back among those strange trees filled with the weird sounds of creatures unseen rather than on this hidden highway racing towards I know not where.

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