The usual suspects:
Granola bars and water bottles.
Something salty and crunchy.
A fuel gauge pointing to Full.
Sunday on the calendar.
Tires pointed north.
Ok. This time there were a few substitutions.
More estrogen, east and well I can’t think of another letter E descriptor.
The results were similar.
Green subduing worry.
Clouds taking control of my neural navigations.
I simply lost some of what needed losing.
A belly full of laughter and gazpacho under the same different sky can be a beautiful thing.