I've raced a storm into a beautiful sunset in the mountains outside El Paso. Watched the moon glisten on ponds on the edge of Seattle. Seen the beginning and the end of the great Mississippi. Trudged through lingering snow in Winona, Minnesota. Sunrises are gorgeous in Montana at 5 a.m. Watched wild ponies graze in marshland of Virginia. Climbed to the top of a peak called Seneca. Roamed caves in northeastern Pennsylvania. Became one with a crowd in Columbus, Ohio. Chased a dream to Tennessee. Got lost in Kentucky. Found gold in North Carolina. Faced my past in Arkansas. Wore cheese on my head in Wisconsin. Counted the singular trees in North Dakota. I've sped down mountains in Idaho on an off schedule bus. Watched lightning rip the sky in windmill fields in Illinois. Saw a miniature Statue of Liberty in Gary, Indiana. Remember the skyline with the Twin Towers. Did scavenger hunts on Maryland roads. Drove pecan groves on a mild day in New Mexico. Woke up chilly in Pelham, Alabama. Ate catfish on Bourbon Street. Gazed at falling fake snow in Orlando. Stood under palm trees in South Carolina. Bought peaches in Georgia. Had a three hour tour off the coast of Delaware. Roamed corn fields in New Jersey. I've seen every star in clear skies. Seen fog destroy. Experienced the end of a rainbow. Driven straight roads and ones that twist. My eyes have only scratched the surface. Next stop unknown.
Little did we know, there, right in front of us, was change. For months I had been planning the trip of a lifetime. I had made spreadsheets and mapped out countless routes. Organizing each stop to create the ultimate, soul searching road trip. My itinerary was set, my budget saved, my car fixed, everything was ready to go, or so I thought.
You are Earth and, I, the moon. Much held within you.