I’m fairly certain that my most intimate relationship over the last six months has been with CA 101.Three hours north, three hours back — I know exactly where each speed trap, pothole, windy ravine, and crack in the pavement lie. Driving at all hours of the day and night, I’ve seen it at its best, at its most vulnerable, at its quietest and most painfully obnoxious. My thoughts litter its shoulders. It takes my every idea, fear, joy, uncertainty and traps it between exits, between towns, between the two places I call home.
Download the music I’ve been listening to in the car Here, and welcome to the Middle of June.
[image via Edenclareartfulfairytales]