Road Trip-Moments in time
It is 3:59 am as I hit the on ramp of the 403. The next four and a half hours of my life will be spent behind the wheel of this Elantra, which I have fallen in love with more and more over the last year, she is my baby, my escape from everything and the means at which I may travel to those who are important to me.
An hour and a half of driving brings me closer to dawn. The sky turns pink and the Toronto sky line begins to fade behind me the morning fog still hanging dense just inches from the ground in the clearings along side of the highway. At this moment I am both thankful to be alone and left wishing I had someone here with me to appreciate this view. A small opening appears through the thicket of trees to lay before me the most serene setting, I curse myself for not having my camera. The morning light cascades over a scattering bunch of trees dancing in unabashed joy around a very small hill closely guarded by the fog, it is moments like these that remind me of how amazing this world we live in is.
As the Tweed turn off comes into view a sigh of relief escapes me, I am soon to leave the 400 series highway behind me, as mother would say "It's the home stretch", And I am thankful for that. Once I am through Tweed with it's cleverly painted Policemen, firefighter, clown, Fire hydrants. I know, that, is when the drive truly becomes fascinating. The colourful rock outcroppings and all manner of trees come alive with the sounds of forest life. The roads are winding and a complete joy to drive.
John Mayer is the perfect sound for this part of the trip. So as I pull out of Tweed with coffee in hand (I still can't believe Tweed has a Tim Hortin's) It's just me and John to enjoy this. As I am weaving my way through this beautiful country side it suddenly saddens me as I realize this is probably one of the last times I'll ever make this trip. Even as I type this I feel the weight return heavy on my heart. This trip has been a part of my life for as long as I've been in this world. And after the next weekend there will be nothing left to bring me back this way...
An hour and a half of driving brings me closer to dawn. The sky turns pink and the Toronto sky line begins to fade behind me the morning fog still hanging dense just inches from the ground in the clearings along side of the highway. At this moment I am both thankful to be alone and left wishing I had someone here with me to appreciate this view. A small opening appears through the thicket of trees to lay before me the most serene setting, I curse myself for not having my camera. The morning light cascades over a scattering bunch of trees dancing in unabashed joy around a very small hill closely guarded by the fog, it is moments like these that remind me of how amazing this world we live in is.
As the Tweed turn off comes into view a sigh of relief escapes me, I am soon to leave the 400 series highway behind me, as mother would say "It's the home stretch", And I am thankful for that. Once I am through Tweed with it's cleverly painted Policemen, firefighter, clown, Fire hydrants. I know, that, is when the drive truly becomes fascinating. The colourful rock outcroppings and all manner of trees come alive with the sounds of forest life. The roads are winding and a complete joy to drive.
John Mayer is the perfect sound for this part of the trip. So as I pull out of Tweed with coffee in hand (I still can't believe Tweed has a Tim Hortin's) It's just me and John to enjoy this. As I am weaving my way through this beautiful country side it suddenly saddens me as I realize this is probably one of the last times I'll ever make this trip. Even as I type this I feel the weight return heavy on my heart. This trip has been a part of my life for as long as I've been in this world. And after the next weekend there will be nothing left to bring me back this way...
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