Life becomes clear when you can stare at it long enough through a windshield.

I love spending a healthy slice of my day alone in a car, so long as it isn't terribly frequent. I seem, at the time, to be profoundly rational, brave and poetic. The music becomes me. I feel it, a narration of my life, nearly overpower me. I am moving. Ready for life to come at me fast.

Last night I chased the moon down Idaho and into Utah. It lighted my door frame, a waning companion. I took the opportunity to make an offering on the alter of the onramp. I've decided not to share any details; the thoughts came to me when I was alone and I don't want to betray them. In general, I reflected on my life, gathered some resolve and I am prepared to live the New Year.

Happy and Grateful.