My husband and I drove some 450 miles over Mother’s Day weekend. We spent time with family, laughed a lot, and enjoyed listening to live music. I drank just enough wine to induce me to sing. The weather was sublime. As we were homeward bound, the late afternoon sun and unending highway made me think of this:
I like to see it lap the Miles/ And lick the Valleys up
Emily Dickinson was writing about a train, but hunched low in my seat, staring over the dashboard at the road ahead, it looked exactly as though our car was lapping up the miles. So I pointed my camera and snapped some pictures.
I wonder if Miss Dickinson would agree.