Winter’s golden paint brush.

This job has a way of numbing a person’s soul. Mile after endless mile with nothing to see but ever increasing ribbons of black highway and stark landscapes. One day melds with the next and time seems to expand into infinity.

Plans are made according to miles, highways to use, and states to travel through. Distances are marked by where we stop to fuel, eat, and sleep. Schedules for pick up, delivery, and visiting family are made accordingly.

Time frames are decided in 500 mile increments. This trip from Charlotte, North Carolina to Burbank, California is a little over 2,400 miles. Our oft used time frame means this trip will be five days of travel. Leave North Carolina on Thursday and arrive in California on Tuesday.

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At the time of this writing we are not quite half way in our journey. Most of the trip will be spent crossing Texas.

Joe was making good progress….until he had a blown tire on his back truck.

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While we sit beside the road to await the road service truck I went for a small stroll along the fence line of someone’s property. Wide open expanse of dead looking brush blessed this weary soul with the beauty of a golden prairie.

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Trees that appear to be long dead reach into the pure blue sky in praise of another day in the sun.

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The service truck has arrived and the men are doing their job to get us back on the road.

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While I document my communion with God on this Sunday that is warm and breezy, Joe is off in the median with his camera doing his own bit of documenting.

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The days I forget about the blessed life I lead the reminder is never far off. All I have to do is take a minute to have a closer look at where I am.

Leslie

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About Message In A Fold

I am an over the road truck driver in Drive-Away Transport part of the year, and the sole bookkeeper of this operation the other part of the year. I do a lot of whining until I can get in my craft room and play with paper and glue. View all posts by Message In A Fold

One response to “Winter’s golden paint brush.

  • gardenpinks

    OMG that is one heck of a shredded tyre 😦 At least it wasn’t pouring with rain and howling a gale so you had chance to admire and photograph the scenery. Hope that is the only thing you have go wrong
    Love and hugs
    Lynn xx

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