My sole companion was a full harvest moon, lighting my path with an eerie reddening glow.
While cutting through the ebony veil of night, cool midnight dew misted my visor.
As the miles rolled farther behind me, and the rhythm of the engine kept time, my mind was released like a thoroughbred out of the gate. It ran past memories of days once lived, and the faces of childhood friends long since forgotten. I reflected on dreams yet birthed and plans incomplete. Of strangers l will encounter and spaces I’ve still to explore.
At times the thoughts of past mistakes hit my soul like a hot desert wind buffets ones face.
I reflected on my sons, and how quickly they have grown, I wondered what these uncertain times holds in store for them.
I sang songs of worship to the Almighty, and recited prayers of thanksgiving in the cathedral of the starless sky, and was reminded once again of the many blessings which fill my days.
Most men slumbered as I rode through the night, heading no place certain.