across the rain-soaked cobblestones, the streaked, glimmering blacktop, through the acres of passing evergreens, cables strung overhead and blue sky, clouds entering the patches of light, laughter filling the tangible air between the chords of the music, jangling with the cadence of the road, slowing, breathing, slowly breathing, thinking about the blur that stretches between the edges of the window, and you, long steps of silence, nothing but our thoughts to recommend us, time, distance, days, weeks, seasons between us…