I think I drove 12 hours this day. Over mountains. Across dry grass plains and cotton farms. Through thunderstorms and lightning. And after that, the most vibrant red sunset I’ve ever seen in my life.
Then in the dark. Past penitentiaries and towns with no lights on, through fog and across long black rivers running for the coast.
And I slept under the brightest moonless sky I’d seen for a long while. In the back of my car in an empty rest-stop.
That fucking sky man. Can’t shoot it. Can’t paint it. Can’t write a song about it. Not without coming up short.