Back roads always feel familiar to me. No matter where in the world they are. Don't know why, maybe it's the memory of being young, on an adventure, with nothing but time stretching out ahead, and somehow getting that feeling back on a road no one who is watching the clock would ever travel on.
What a breathtaking piece - vivid, mesmerizing. “The sunlight that falls through the canopy is tinted green and lays along the asphalt in fat speckles of gold and everything, everything, is perfect.”
Back roads always feel familiar to me. No matter where in the world they are. Don't know why, maybe it's the memory of being young, on an adventure, with nothing but time stretching out ahead, and somehow getting that feeling back on a road no one who is watching the clock would ever travel on.
What a breathtaking piece - vivid, mesmerizing. “The sunlight that falls through the canopy is tinted green and lays along the asphalt in fat speckles of gold and everything, everything, is perfect.”
Didn't expect Camus to pop up.