1 “Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike,
they’ve all come,
to look for America.”

As I drove on the Turnpike for the first time I had this song singing softly in my ears, or at least I imagined it to be. A song so deeply embedded in my psyche, a favorite that lives in my bloodstream and is part of my personal life discography. Tears filled my eyes, though I swear I could not say exactly why. Sometimes there is so much life in just living, isn’t there? Taking it all in, feeling everything, wishing for someone to share it with me. In moments like these is that person you wish for the person that is yours, or at least the one you wish was? That one other soul in the world that you long to tell all your stories to, the good, the bad, and the everyday randomness of a day. Like this, like today, driving through a place I’d never been to, but had imagined so many times in my mind. Funny, how nothing looked as I thought it would.

America :: Simon & Garfunkel

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