The sweet stench of manure floats across the field assaulting and caressing my olfactory system.  Ready the fallow lands for spring is here once again!

The three routes taken by six weary travelers at five in the morning.  All found their way to one descending route, supporting yet another hair-brained hypothesis as to the how and why of this image in lieu of something else.

Unsolicited Advice #143:  Never eat the seeds of a fruit.  They have to potential to sprout in your digestive tract resulting in a fruit tree disrupting your bowels.

Brush the dirt off your soul and get back on your feet.

Our tropical visitor.

Seek safety and slumber in the grain.  Knotted dreams arise from the stain.

The grandeur is lessened by the monotony of the daily commute.  Kettles, moraines, vistas, and plains, all becoming obstacles on the way to a daily grind.

Perched atop their domain they wait patiently with wagging tails and a mouth full of dog slobber for any unsuspecting victim.

Rise to the sun.  Greet the day.  The cycle of addiction begins anew with every morning ritual of sweet coffee bean brew.

We were afraid to even ask anymore.  Any query into our ETA, the next meal time, or if we could stop to pee again was met with a stern look in the rearview.  Silence took the place of “Don’t make me pull this car over” and “If you ask again we’re turning around and going back home.”  Mom would turn gently smiling and tell us to relax and enjoy the scenery.