There’s something within me that feels inexorably drawn to a point on the horizon…. a point beyond my sightline where I can crawl inside my head and look around, unpack my thoughts, and set down my baggage.   That point on the horizon, (always hovering just out of reach,) perpetually draws me toward a half hidden moment full of promise where reality and time detach themselves from my consciousness and I can settle back and clear my mind.  I love long distance driving. I love the romance of the landscape hurtling past me, the road stretching out for hundreds of miles as I speed along toward an undetermined destination.  Nothing is as metaphysically liberating.