Blasting out of the ordinary is easier when I travel. Unless it's to a very familiar place, I'm surrounded by the new--not always positive or enchanting, but able to raise my level of being aware, outside of my self.
We're traveling though parts of the South we've missed before, filling up on new sounds, sights, and oh my goodness tastes. Routines are abandoned, miles on the road dissolve, as we wend our way from the Tall Grass Prairie of Oklahoma through the Ozarks--both far more beautiful than anticipated.
Today: Little Rock, and then on to Memphis.
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