June 7, 2010
Val stroked the decelerating wind as the bug-zapping, white flourescent lights of a gas station appeared on his right, making a sudden futile attempt to compete with the darkness. He stopped at the intersection, observing the soft yellow lamps that lit the highway signs where the road spread as smooth as peanut butter into ramps going north and south. Val continued, expertly splitting the tides of emotion within, where worry and self-loathing finally took a backseat to exploration and the promise of self-discovery. It didn't matter that there would be no 'off' switch, only the present mattered.