It’s a force that reveals all my curiosities.
Envelopes my sight, to the left and right. Red earth, mile high giants, great plains… this is the land we roamed, the land we saw… it’s the land we call home.
2,743 miles we drove. I in one seat, my love in the next. The windows were my looking glass, and forever and a day could I stare out and never get bored. Not once.
I think I underestimate America. Foreign countries have so much allure, but so do these here states. The west makes my heart beat, faster on each return. The farther we went, the better it got.
The mountains make me wonder, about anything and everything. They open up my mind, allowing any little thought in to play. The feeling I get when I see something of such epic force is one I can’t entirely explain, but oh, is it good. It makes me believe I was an explorer in a past life, seeking out the places that no footprint had ever touched.
I’d never crossed over into Utah, and I’m glad I did so at an age that I could appreciate every depth, curve, and peak it wears on its sleeve. Nevada, Kansas and Arizona… these states just the same. So mysterious, and so damn beautiful. Places like these hold the key that opens up a box of inspiration for me. Home to land that feeds my entire being. As we drove through every canyon, down the long roads that lead to dreams, I felt complete. I was surrounded by everything I could have asked for, and I never wanted the road to end.
This land I see… this land is me.
What is you?
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