The open road is long enough to make people realize that they belong in straight, concrete opportunities. Go high in the mountains, sink deep into the sea, and just blast in a desert. We’re full of paradise and fire that way. Go onward the bridges of black and white, see yellow sunny sets and rises, and toss back throes of wasteful woes. Have your world nearby, pull way anytime and drive away, collect a new world in the meantime. So many sites, monuments, cultures. Go onward to Santa Fe, New York; Tangiers is the ultimate love song. Everyplace is greater than wherever a person is at the routine moment, they’re even greater than each other!
“Meet the Canadian sky, native liars and set streetlamps on fire!”