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The moon’s laying low over Florida’s highway system tonight. I-95 can be pretty hypnotic, if you don’t watch out. Just now I’d have driven straight off the road if I hadn’t heard those horns coming in on the radio – gotta love that Johnny Cash. Woke me right back up.
I’d never really noticed how still it is out here, now that I’m basically the only car besides the trucks. Egrets take flight in the canopies off past the road, and big grandfather gators, they’re wallowing in the swamps. But here there’s just me. Well, Johnny’s here too, but really it’s just me. At least I sure do feel alone.
That’s something else I hadn’t thought about before – there sure is a difference between being alone and being lonely. I rather prefer being here by myself at the moment. It’s not often I get time to myself. I probably won’t get too much once Dave finds out I stole his car, but I I’m just going to keep on driving. The road is making me feel real nice, like I have a whole bunch of options out there. I used to get overwhelmed looking at a menu. But, right now I feel grateful for the possibility of endlessness. Endless highway. That’s real nice.
Having to stop at some lonely town named Edgewater for gas is making me feel good, too, in a strange, still way. Who lives here? Did they always live here? Do they see their high school classmates in the supermarket? Seems like a poor place. I guess poor people are always poor, huh? Their lives stay the same after I drive away? It’s so still in the early hours.
This moon is so bright. I want to see all those creatures I know are in the marshes and on the beach – the little turtles might be hatching tonight. I never actually made it out to the beach to watch before. Never even turned off my lights, so they wouldn’t get confused.
Exit coming up for Cocoa Beach. I’m going to take it, and sit in the dunes and look for the little turtles. Maybe I’ll watch the sun rise. Seems like I’m being pulled by the moon, too. Maybe that’s why I up and stole my brother’s car. I’m just going with the flow; my natural ebb and tide, which says go…
I found it very interesting
I found it very interesting that you dwell on the actual journey part of traveling. It reminded me of something I read by the French director Eric Rohmer about why he constantly dipicts travel in his films. He says something to that going from place to place accupies a large amount of a single day and it creates a more realist mood to show such. I find traveling whether by any mode to be a very unique meditative state of mind. On highways especially, when everthing is moving by so fast, it seems that it would be easy to get overwelmed by what is around you. But, this for some reason never seems to be the case. It seems that things are easier to let go of when they appear and then disappear within seconds, allowing for little contemplation, but yet a deep understanding. I don't know if that makes sense but thats what I was this story evoked for me