I sit and wonder how many solo travelers are sitting alongside of the roads of America? Sitting with a half burnt cigarette burning slowly away not really wanting to sleep but never the less tired and drowsy. Listening to the dogs barking in the distance at a sound no one else can hear.
I patiently wait for the morning wind to die down so the propane stove will boil the coffee faster. The sun rises an the winds calm down and the heat of the sun warms my face. “The wind is my friend” is my usual quote. When I begin the morning bicycle ride the first ten miles of pedaling is a time to reflect upon the beauty of the silence.
Will the wind blow from the west and push me along or swirl around and not assit me?
is this road traveled a peaceful and tranquil time to reflect on being alone, lonely or both? At night the the sleep is interrupted with nightmares that really have no meaning. Just that they consume my night enough to make me sleep with “ one eye open”, restless.
The summer months went by pretty quick. I had to stop and work in Many, Louisiana so I finally decided to take a bus to Virginia. A little setback there involved having a infection on my right lower leg halted any further travel until it heals.
Life is really poor at times "photo credit Jean Andre Vallery"
Jean Andre Vallery
