The wheels tumble over every little indent and pebble in the road. The sunshine reveals the revival from the faults of yesterday. Mountains are blue shadows lying at the world’s edge. I can reach out and feel the weeds catch along my fingertips. The destination is known but we know not the journey. There are railings that will rush past or lag by according to perspective. Our feelings swim through the air as colorful fish in every direction. We try not to succumb to the monotonous roar of the average beast.