…& to roadstops.

19 Dec

They aren’t always monumental and they aren’t all boring.  When stubbed toes land a seat on a sun soaked stump in the woods, thats a roadstop. The first gas station after a flat. A nice pair of flip flops, sandy and worn. A winter getaway with the ones who earn spots in the heart. The roadstops one demand is attention. Just attention will due for the roadstop… but what is offered in return… the ease of the soul. The deep breath of mountain air. A shy smile. A captivated self. These are prizes that are truly ones own. Ones own to capture in memory however they so please.

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Posted by on December 19, 2010 in Introduction


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