Mile 25, Preston-Fall City Road, Washington State.
Backseat of Mom & Dad’s car. Driving to Uncle Stevie’s 50th Birthday party.
It takes me a hundred miles or so to realize I should remember I am inside a car, in this world, with others. I spend the first hundred miles or so floating in a dream of other places, other worlds. That is why I like to drive alone, my dreams end with the highway.