Going home
Vista gave way to vista as I moved silently over the land that called me its child the moment it beheld my gaze. And while I was headed down a familiar road, I was sure I had never seen any of this before. The land seemed to speak with a clarity I had never heard, but in a language that was my first. It had only been an eternal highway moving beneath me, a constant alarm of yellow to my left, a blinking beacon of white to my right. But now, Mammatus clouds. Virga. Kelvin Helmholtz waves crashing in increasingly violent succession to my left, echoing a disturbance within not unlike a tropical depression. It soon became Hurricane Marcia making landfall on the west coast of my car, tears flowing like the wind and rain at 75 mph.I pulled off the highway to take advantage of Ardmore's $3.19/ gal of gas, and watched the sun set from Starbucks.
This is home.
*Update: $2.89 in the city just down the street from my folks' house. Woo hoo! Let's go chasing!*
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