Reminiscing about distant journeys lost in the murky mist of my fading memories down that Mother Road, and the paths of generations past to the south side and the lake shore and back again to the mountain pass and to the Sea the years wash upon the sands, wave after wave
Dreaming again of that long road through the plains and the desert and the changing shapes of drifting clouds against the illimitable blue of the sunlit sky and the dry summer heat and the lightning storms rain come down in torrents, then stops
The snow-filled pass, the dizzying descent And the last bridge across the silent waves the City glittering on that other shore the bank of fog rolling in from the Sea
Remembering who and what I am and trying to latch on to that sense of being caught up in that moment ere I had taken another step on this lonely road
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