you can't start a fire without a spark..

Drive drive drive! Today I had to drive out of the city to run an errand. Driving south as the sun set. I was singing so loud, my voice was all gravel and cement trucks in my larynx. Buildings shrank as the space between them expanded. At the river the streets are numbered in the 200’s and I found my self at number 3. The border looms in the distance. It looks clear, maybe only 10 minutes to cross.  I pass by the truck stops. Monstrous semi’s lay idle. Slumbering giants. Each one from one place and going another.