We had been on the road since early in the morning, but that was 2 1/2 states ago. It was late evening, and even in the summer in the north, the sun goes down. It was proceeding to do just that. On the two lane highway, the deer were approaching the edges of the road. The air was noticeably cooler, and the sky had deepened to a Maxfield Parrish blue. Stars would appear soon.
We topped a hill and saw the road stretched before us- going over another hill in the far distance. To our left were the shattered mountains of the Rocky Mountain Front. No cars on the road but us. Just nothing. If we had pulled over and shut the motor off, there would be only the sound of the wind. Nothing.
The only thing I could think of during the Shins concert last night was the roadtrip. And how much it reminded me of the music I was hearing. It would be amazing to drop the band and their gear (with generators, of course) and a couple dozen people in the middle of the landscape and just listen. With the mountains. And the isolation.
They were lovely. And since it was Kbot's birthday present, it was fitting. He likes them more than I do, but I still was happy. They reminded me upon reflection, of driftwood- soft and a little furry on the surface, but an interesting shape.
And that is probably the last time in a very long while that I go out on a school night. Rather tired today, and must get on with it.
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2 comments:
cool image, the band out in the middle of nature.
and the driftwood.
Lx
Thank you. It's just something that I really would love to see. If you drove that stretch of highway, you might think likewise.
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