The gleeful promise of fun in my heart while loading up the car as I start my road trip is more exciting than the trip itself….

… I look out the window like my dog does …the hair on my face reminds of tender caresses gone by, the wind slaps its infectious zest to turn my face into a huge grin and the world passing by makes me feel that I am finally in charge and well ahead…

..I laugh with my brother while we make up “ficly” stories about the other cars and trucks on the highway….and I silently thank God for sending somebody who gets my jokes..

.. and I learn to stay away from the cleanest stall on a highway loo. Its not merely clean but instead is the one which has a very strong but invisible reason for others not using it!