How Does It Feel....

When the road stretches out in front of me, wide open and welcoming, I feel no fear. When the wind whips through the open windows and brings a curl of dust across my face, I want to breathe it in, so deeply I cough, till I feel it in my bones and the way my skin prickles, pulling tight over my scull. Strangely, the weird half light and under lit clouds, seem friendlier than the open black sky. Close like a blanket and almost as warm. The parching smoulder of a cigarette and the bite of coke left in the cup holder for a day, brings memories swimming to the surface, road trips of another time, another place and another person. the aches and pains are forgotten in the moment of the wind and sand across my face. the horizon races up to meet me, like the edge of a photo curling at the edges and I open my eyes widely, to see it like I should.