here to there and back again

Driving home along up through the Hills, evening light fades towards night. I know every curve and twist of this road. I driven it so the lean and relax, and break and speed-up, are all like a dance to music my broken radio might play. The tress crowd in through most of the way, big ones of Douglas Fir, a few oaks and bay laurels. Just when I am most lulled, in the zone of nearly there now, I reach the crest line. For a quarter mile so so the trees back off and I can see the next set of ridge-lines off to the West and the East. Earlier in the year the moon and stars greeted me there. Now I am smiling at sunset just past blazing. Smiling, breathing deeper and slow, nearly home.