"you gotta hold on...you gotta wait". -hold on, alabama shakes
when you step back in time to the place where you grew up. it takes you down a notch, reminds you who you are. the dark winding roads bring me peace. reminds me of my coffee and music tours through the country side. discovering the connections, learning the back way. i found a pier at the very end of the county. the road literally ran straight into the river. there is a graveyard and a few quiet houses. i used to disappear there and breathe. listening to the birds and tiny water drops. alone. my favorite time. this was before digital cameras, before cell devices. this is when you could really just drive away and get lost. but somehow being that lost... that's where i found peace. i never took a boy here, thought about it... guess it worked out for the best. it was my place. the only special one i considered... we grew up next door... we played in the band. i hadn't seen him in almost a year, way too many days ago. his presence calms me, something about making up the storyline to a spanish soap opera is the most fun i've had in a few days. that's what love is... so thankful.