I love sticking my hands out of the driver's side window; Fingers dancing in the wind under the light of the Blue Mountain sun.
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The Lonely Locomotive
I sat with my legs crossed peering out the window. I didn’t mind the view. The rolling hills of the English countryside always tickled my fancy. Different shades of green covered the land, mowed into nice fields. Cows and sheep mingled with one another, separately. Charming, quaint, classic, Tudor houses sprinkled the hillsides. It felt like home. Home. Where was my home?
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.You took me back to memories I had long since forgotten 🥹 Another beautiful piece of work, Ashley ❤️✨
This is so gorgeous. I love the blending colours being referred to as a 'naturalistic mosaic' and the prayers for the roadkill was so sweet.
“I say silent prayers for the road kill, And I hope they're as peaceful in their eternal slumber, As I am in this moment.” What a mic drop! That’s one of the best endings I’ve ever seen for a poem. It just wraps the whole thing up nicely with a beautiful bow, and it’s a gift for us readers. A celebration of those feelings of surrender when we give in to the present moment, unbothered by the past or future.
I enjoyed the carefree sensations this brought about while reading this fantastic piece.
Oh this is so beautiful Ashley, completely captures the joy of driving with accompanying music stunningly. Love this so much. Glad Mackenzie's story brought me here.
Ashley, this poem is marvelous! I am personally a passenger princess, but this poem still spoke so deeply to the piece of me that loves long drives. I am also a serial relistener of playlists :D So glad Mackenzie gave me the opportunity to discover this piece!
With the radio (or cd player) blaring & my fingers dancing out the windows--whether driver's side or any other--this is my moment of peace & pure bliss.