The steady rocking.
The hum of the road.
Chatter pouring from the radio.
One voice interrupting the other as I chase one channel with the next.
Wind slips through the window.
The begining warmth of spring filtering in.
The smell of rain.
The steady rocking.
The hum of the road.
Chatter pouring from the radio.
One voice interrupting the other as I chase one channel with the next.
Wind slips through the window.
The begining warmth of spring filtering in.
The smell of rain.