Passing through this small mountain town, headed ever so much closer to suburbia... these thoughts enter my consciousness.
The houses, rectangular and perfect, reminded me of a "Premium Crackers" box. Oh, and music again... Toby Keith, "Live Like You Were Dying" (might need to become my motto... :) ) shuffles through the iPod. Immediately, I am reminded of Brett, Mykaela's trainer who passed away all too young...
So, we watched the Big Dipper - found the Little Dipper and kept driving. We lost ourselves and found ourselves - repeatedly... Love, yes, love.
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