Tank Full of Sky

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.


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