Stretches of Road to a Beautiful Mind

I told our frontdoor lady that I won't be back for a week, to hold my packages and any extra mail that won't fit in my box. I tell her of my roadtrip down to Southern California, and she worries about me like any mother would. But I see it as an opportunity to clear my head, just me and my thoughts, my music, sing to my heart's content, scream at the top my lungs, air rushing by, everything I don't want in my life anymore is left behind me, way behind as I speed away. The sky is my friend, so is the road. I might stop by UC Santa Barbara to capture some of those memories back. I've made reservations to go to Costa Rica with a friend. Next stop, destinations known and unknown. I can't wait. Happiness is down the road, I know it.