Posts tagged go go go
Somewhere along the way, The Road will seduce you. Somewhere between the sensuous curve of the Toledo on ramp, and the unnaturally angled limbs of the doe pushed to the breakdown lane near mile marker 136, you will fall in love. The road is a unique lover. She will shyly offer you her gifts: the diamonds of gridlock, the rubies of taillights in the rain, the gold of a sunrise on the face of the offices as you arrive in a new city, and you will come to greedily accept them with palms upraised in worship. She will leave your stomach full of knots and your heart wanting more. Not wanting, but yearning, craving the order of the fresh plowed corn rows of Ohio and the soft breaths of mist rising from West Virginia Mountains. And so you seek.
Wanderlust is at once a beautiful and horrible thing. At best, it is pure unadulterated freedom. The Nirvana of unattachment to place and simultaneously a deep connection to each stop along the way.
But at its worst, wanderlust is like falling. Like stepping by chance onto an unsuspected frozen puddle. Suddenly you find your foot moving of its own accord, off in a direction not chosen by you. Abruptly you are stumbling onto a bus and then through the front door of a house and then before you can exhale you are slipping silently out again. Unable to stop, you fall on and on and in that secret place in your chest, you feel that hard yellow marble of loneliness and abandon begin to rattle itself loose once more.