Written on the 5 interstate freeway coming from the Redwoods, heading to Los Angeles.
I move with the sky via the pavement road, tuned into the sounds of Hendrix and Sublime. The sun peaks through the steady moving clouds, awakening the vibrant green farm fields of California. Fragments of time such as these remind me of why I am alive. What's it like to be alive? It's like when the rhythm of your heart flows with the sky, the mountains, the fields, the roads, the trees, the dirt, the ocean, the rivers and the universe. When nothing but you and that moment exist; when for an instant the world is yours.
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