I love driving.
If it be a car, golf cart, or even a bicycle. So naturally, I enjoy long drives. The chance to sit back and let the mind wonder does numbers for
the soul. But I have this notion
that If I am to find beauty I must travel west. The reasons are a moot point but the principle I take to
heart. Any time I have to travel
going east I get a bit demoralize to a certain extreme. I rather chase the sun than race toward
the dark of night. Well, I found
myself driving east this past week from Indiana to New Jersey, a commute that
is quickly becoming regular for me.
The only part of the drive I usually look forward to is driving in the
hills of Pennsylvania. The allure
of those Appalachian hills holler adventure and wanderlust to me. I always imagine myself hiking to the
summit of those ridges and watching the sun fade over the edge of the world.
Indeed it’s a romantic idea but more realistically simple a daydream.
As
soon as I hit the Ohio/Pennsylvania state line, dark clouds covered the
horizon. Big heavy raindrops soon
exploded across my windshield. I never enjoy driving in the rain, but big raindrops
normally mean a quick downpour.
Thankful this was the case.
The rain stopped and found myself being engulfed in heavenly bliss. Big thunderheads, rainbows, fog, and
golden beams of sun filled the huge sky.
I did my best to stay on the road as I use my iphone to take a few quick
shots. Click. As I put my phone
back down all I did was keep dreaming of those Appalachian adventures.