The road is a character of sorts.
While traveling any road its surface changes, some times immediate,
transitional, but all else it’s in a constant state of flux. It’s unyielding surface, hard and
protective like a turtles shell but has no soft connective tissue inside of it. The road is never on guard it’s a
source, on ramps, off ramps, and axis that only one can choose to travel its
path. The values of nature hold no
weather bond to the road, with the frigid cold and boiling hot summers high in
the sky beating upon its surfaces.
The road is a universal path of pavement that doesn’t dictate it’s being. We just choose how to travel upon it
each by each.
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