…. vs. Skyline Drive

We wind up the road, violent greens assaulting our senses – emerald and neon and kelley and pine. Branches laden with moss arch over the street. It’s a banquet of growth. 

I compare this to other mountain roads I’ve known, but those were really more hills and valleys – like the gourd on a soup ladle.

He is here. All face scruff and skinny pants and ink. To him, I imagine coming here was a lot like sliding into a warm bed at the end of a long Winter’s day – the comfort and embrace.

 

I don’t know that feeling.

 

Yet.

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