Get in and ride.
Take the fork. Bend the spoon.
Let the roads expand perception and create our path.
Ignore the compass. Follow the shapeshifting clouds.
Climb the gravelly hill. Roll and brake down the sandy slope. Gas it through the water hole.
Let’s open the moonroof and the windows. Let the lake, earth and forest whirl up all around us, and let’s breathe it—deeply—over and over again.
The miles and miles of hope.