Sometimes it's hard to find time to think. To lay back and contemplate. A lot of times I think as I drive.
Tonight, the air frigid and still, I thought about how we are immersed in life and death. Each steady breath we take, a part of life, each pile of decaying leaves and snow that I pass a part of death.
When on the freeway I somehow can't stop myself from reading the billboards. Stupid drivel. The drive out to the new office is sometimes longer than I expect, sometimes shorter, depending upon my mood. So the billboards help me as landmarks.
Tonight, the air frigid and still, I thought about how we are immersed in life and death. Each steady breath we take, a part of life, each pile of decaying leaves and snow that I pass a part of death.
When on the freeway I somehow can't stop myself from reading the billboards. Stupid drivel. The drive out to the new office is sometimes longer than I expect, sometimes shorter, depending upon my mood. So the billboards help me as landmarks.
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