I was the mistress of my own fate.
I was a journey-man: atlas in hand (or passenger seat).
I was the seeker of jewels.
I was famished for Bill's BBQ, really the corn sticks.
I sought information.
I learned new roads.
I sent love to family.
I patted a dog.
I felt silly, happily.
I got stuck in traffic and yelled, "Ah ha! I will have toast before you!"
I took pictures of clouds while driving.
I contemplated a hotel stay.
I listened to Jason.
I listened to my Purchased Play List.
I sang at the top of my lungs.
I danced within the constraints of my seat belt.
I saw a forest fire; I smelled a forest fire.
I smelled chicken poo. (YUCK)
I walked on the beach.
I saw the sun set.
I heard the waves crash.
I was there- in that moment- forever.
I was there for 10 minutes- max.
My feet were cold.
10 Minutes on the beach fueled me for 3 more hours on the road.