Roaming

Put the keys in my hand and I'll give back a smile. There's something about being on the road that burns the troubles away. Perhaps the most persuading point to my many aimless drives was that of possibilities. Sitting hunched at a computer walled in from the outside allows for few chance happenings. The road, however, opens the traveler to vast array of opportunities. This may perhaps hint at my eagerness towards offering rides. One of the few methods of sparking conversations. Yet the sparsity of such events lead me to question to effectiveness of my wondering. Do I simply paint pretty pictures to pacify yearning for interaction? Counting the hours spent behind the wheel, I quickly realize that I may in fact be walling myself in a different setting, one on wheels traveling at 55 M.P.H.