Those were special times, the summers I travelled through unknown countries and across desert plains. In the heat of an Arizonian Summer, I delighted in every small town we drove through and the abandoned trucks I saw on the side of the road. Everything had its own story. Everything I saw conjured words in my head, spellbound by this new, fascinating landscape.
Driving through the day and night just to get to the next inhabited part of the great sands. The dusty roads and open freedom lying before me, ready for my first steps into my dreams.
The people I met, the places I saw, the memories I captured are all kept inside great volumes in my head. Tales of travelling and discovery, stories unfurling beneath the tyres on the road. And my hand, out the window, brushing through the essence of what I could not grasp.
Life held in a series of moments – memories become stories I tell myself – new found knowledge – the world isn’t such a big place after all. We can leave that accolade for the Universe. My world is filled by the treasure of experience, the wisdom of time and the love of good people.
I hope I can offer the same to my children, one day. That the open road will beckon to them, that the summer will fill them with wanderlust and passion, that they may make their own tracks in the desert, under the guidance of the disappearing sun and the sparkling ghosts of the first night stars appearing. That they will sit, wrapped in blankets by an open fire and share the stories of their lives so far. Just as Once Upon a Time their mum did.
I looked for this prompt earlier – then I had to go out – I loved it and am so glad the copy works here – I might come back to watch this girl’s hand. It reminds me of my travels.
This prompt came from Kellie Elmore, click the button to read all about it and read other free writes.