Road Movie
We cruise through the silent Spanish night like a passenger jet that has reached its altitude. The car is enveloped by darkness. We've been driving for twelve hours straight but no one is tired, as if we had countless road trips under our belts and this was nothing new.
The tranquil silence outside mixes with the chords of a dirty rock'n'roll guitar coming out of the stereo to create a road trip feeling you remember from the movies. Fingers lightly strum the beat on the steering wheel as we move on.
The further we get the more my thoughts can let go of the life back home, until I am totally here, not in the past and not in the future. I am focused on tonight, the tour, Spain, the view, and the cool air. My inner tension has stayed behind. I relax.
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