These highways and cities have a certain rhythm and hum to them. After a while, what was once terrifying and foreign is something that just becomes a part of me. I can see why people fall in love with these big cities. They all have a certain flavor that my mind tastes, and although big city traffic absolutely wears me out… I always feel a sense of history and pride passing through them. It’s in the architecture, and it’s in the people walking and talking on streets that hold countless memories and secrets. The same landmarks they see everyday have me gawking with stars in my eyes and a single thought fragmented into decades of tv and elder’s stories all at once. I almost forget I am slinging 80,000 pounds of diesel powered steel and freight at these moments and snap back into focus to turn a corner with care. I literally sigh when I can let my mind revisit what I just saw, felt, and smelled.

This is the country that I see every day. People holding doors, people saying “hi” or “how are you doing?” The accents are different, but the message is the same. There are days when I am stressed and hurried– those are the days when those same people seem to hate me. They seem to not care about me or anyone else. So I realized, over time and deep thought, I see what I want to see… the cities and highways didn’t change on those days, I did. I hope to keep things that simple for as long as I can-

~Glowplug~