I think I have talked about my common recurring dream in the past, the fields, the red house, the old man, the smell of bleached white sheets and the cool shade and comfort of an autumnal eve...
This week I spent about ten hours driving through Missouri, enjoying the colors of the midwest in early October - the bright yellow of the pre-harvest soy, the greenish brown of the Halloween sweet corn, the fields of the late summer wheat. Missouri has a certain attractiveness to it, basically two major cities, on hemispheric opposites, connected by a highway, and in between, a few tourist traps, pieces of old Route 66, an adult book store or two, and miles of cornfields. Driving to me is really the last great adventure - listen to me when I say this - in today's world, we fly everywhere, we don't stop, we don't pull over, we just fly - but now, there are so many more things to discover, things that we pass and smile about funny signs, or wonder what Missouri wineries really taste like, or wonder if the fact that the building is shaped like a hot dog really makes the hot dog taste better, or if a gentleman's club in the middle of the state, at least 100 miles from a town with a population of more than 3,000 ships their wares in from the big cities...
Colors are amazing to me - it is the browns and tans and muted yellows and soft fall colors that reminded me of you this week. It was difficult to drive through a place that had so much color and life and not be reminded of smiles and lips and hair and eyes.
Missouri has some benefits, and driving through a kaleidescope of fall color was refreshing this week, it was a good medicine for me. A very good medicine.
A Demain.
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