February 04, 2006

Lexington Souvenir

"How much farther?" I asked Perez. "It seems like we will never get past Lexington."

He never took his eyes of the road. He just smiled and told me another fact about Chuck Norris.

I-75 creeps up the map of Kentucky like ivy on a wall, and we were acending it's stalk like water seeping towards the leaves. We were climbing through the temperate forests, encroaching on the Mason Dixon line, like bandits or brothers, talking about love and adventure. The white fences stretched their ribs like mandolin strings for miles over the limestone along the road.

There are many things in this life. From Haifa to New Hampshire. From Cairo to Concord. From the Cascade Mountain Range to the Cumberland Gap. Things move fast but memories stand still. Still enough to have ivy grow up and cover them like a stone wall. Like white board fences. Like stories i only remember when riding with friend on a winter afternoon near Lexington Kentucky.

The more i see the less i understand and the harder i try to remember. But sometimes in between it all, I find myself, with a friend smiling beside me, and i feel like i can see everything i need to.

and i can feel everything i am able to.

and i can remember everything i want to.

Posted by Todd Roeth at February 4, 2006 01:47 AM