A trip and it’s trappings. It’s a 6.

Driving the September sunbaked blacktop, CD changer loaded – James, Jimi, Joey.. Stevie, Glen and Bowie, a journey brief and not unspecific, the weight of the everyday soon fell away, crumbling like saltine crackers into a bowl of tomato soup.

An hour into the trip, cloudless blue blanket of sky draped softly overhead, the miles melded with the music as it filled the compartment suspending time and space. The terminus of the trip was a haven of sorts from all that was, if not for a brief moment, reality made elastic by stepping through a doorway into the past. Birthdays and visits and life under lock and key, the latter loosed yet not all of us free. Restrictions rule, limitations in place, what once might have been no longer has the option to be what it should have been.

Driving the September sunbaked blacktop, CD changer loaded – Anthony, Bono, Brent.. Michael, Zack and Bruce, a journey complete and not without resolve, wish and will hung heavy as a deep sea fish haul as music filled the compartment under a cloudless blue blanket sky.