We watched the needle fall,
miles correlating with the
liquid in our tank.
We moved ourselves through
so many state lines,
we forgot time.
Highways laced through
impeccable fields, indigo
ponds nested within tall grass.
We counted license plates,
saying “You’re far from home!”
Our bodies didn’t ask for much,
we ate Airheads and Starbursts,
skipping lunch.
We learned that water is essential.
Water is where the people are –
Madison, Minneapolis or Montana.
Lake-life is alive even in land-locked
states.
Seven days of sight-seeing.
They told me the middle would be boring.
I swear I loved it all.
fog up the windows 
Thanks for sharing the beauty you weave through words 🙂
I guess beauty is in eyes, the middle, start or end cannot be boring because we have the potential to see beautiful. Loved it!
Lovely. I’m a big fan of road trips, too.