Roadside Stop

You ever stop the car somewhere out of the way, pull off

to the side of the road for a bit to rest and stretch your

legs? Ever feel the magnificence of the land and the per-

fection of the day wash all over you?

The jagged mountains soar majestically over there, the mesas

And gorges elevate and descend rolling wide out in front of 

you, the deep blue and brilliant white puffy sky  glides glo-

riously overhead.

Ever wonder why more people don’t stop as you have to

soak in the beautiful expanse of natural beauty, the peace

and serenity, the grandeur of such creation? Say a dozen

or so have the same idea as you.

And then a few dozen more stop to see what’s going on.

More and more are attracted by the sheer throngs of cu-

rious people gathered out there in the middle of nowhere,

so to speak. I figure, that this is the way cities are made.

It’s the bloody snowball effect rolling downhill picking up

speed and mass along the way. Pretty soon you’ve got a

megatroplis built up belching and squelching, burying all

the natural splendor and allure which was here before.

You wisely decide to take one last deep breathe, climb

quickly and quietly back into your car so as to not arouse

any suspicion, and head on to your intended destination

before someone else notices and all the madness begins.

Chris Hanch  7-29-15