RisingAngelus

i'm going 80 on i-80 until i see the sun behind me leaving the glow of skylines and streetlights far behind moving west towards the iowa sky there's a stretch of the west coast my feet have yet to roam and it's been years since i've filled my lungs with pacific air there's a cloud over i-5 passing through portland a peaceful grey sky awaits me i'm miles from my bed but i've never been more awake the ocean whips waves in my direction the pacific spray rejuvenates me i feel as young as i did the first time around i'm looking at the moon from a different angle this may not be home but in this moment it feels pretty damn close