What a difference a day makes. The old saw was true today.
And for those of you who may have wondered, no, the road was not a metaphor for me. I felt quite good, actually.
But today was a gift. One of those easy days we sometimes get on a scoot, perfect temps., good roads, clear skies. Most of the day was New Mexico. Damn that's a beautiful State.
Here in the west we have vistas. Too bad I have a lousy Internet connection tonight, have some great pictures - but it's beyond me to get them uploaded here.
Guess you'll just have to take my word for it 'till I can get to the Hub and have one of the youngsters figure it out for me.
So here I sit in Vaga, Texas. Little old West Texas town in the middle of pretty much nothin'. I'm only 585 miles from the Hub, so I could push on through tomorrow. Don't know that I will. May just have to be another lazy, extra cup of coffee, visit with some folks kind of morning like today.
There's no poetry in me tonight. Just sort of laid back, enjoying the memories of an easy day; of big vistas and bigger skies. Of the road just hummin' a slow easy tune.
Think I'll lay me down to that tune and dream of tomorrow.
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