When there's no destination, travelling isn't a chore. Its an exploration. Somehow, any thing's just that little more possible. Orange street lights distorted through racing droplets of rain. Hours ahead; the otherwise depressing feeling that there's nothing to do, by night, becomes a liberation. Conversations that flow and go on for hours. Slow heart rates and democratic, totally uniformed decisions at crossroads. We're wherever we want to be. Kids again. 100 miles away. Utterly, utterly free.

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