Life is a Highway

FD Thornton

A new candle is burning, while the last candle I burned lasted nearly a week. With the windows wide open, a mid-morning breeze is coming in offering me more than the canned air I’ve been breathing. I can hear the trucks and cars running down US Highway 341. Much like my old Highway 280 in Alamo which ran east to west. Highway 341 runs from the Georgia coast up to Alabama. After a long night of writing confessions for an upcoming project, I haven’t recouped much of that sleep. Still I’m here working well beyond my newly implemented 1000 word limit to drop you yet another story.
 
It's amazing after decades of burial how a once mute subject can still effect your current outcomes. A subject that I thought I had long buried and forgotten come back last night in piles of regret and honesty. Which even after writing down I now find myself looking at it with compassion. It’s amazing how time and perception can reshape the fear and anger you carried for so long. For many memories fester into a deeply reseeded hate that in a matter of seconds can create such pain. The confessions I made in the middle of the night are still stewing around in my brain looking for an answer.
 
But for now I’m taking a break, feeling the wind blow through the window screens. A lone bird is chirping nearby, while in the distance a weed eater grinds a sidewalks edge. I may not be outside, but at least the bird isn’t alone now. Other birds have joined in on the conversation while the weed eater reminds me of man’s domination of an already balanced world. But we were made to create, it’s in our DNA. So while we still make a sloppy mess of nearly everything we do. At least some of us are trying to do better. Despite all the closed minded jerks that want nothing but power.